{1x1} Trots x Sekeriu

[Sekeriu-]

When she had called out, Valentine uselessly responded to her. “You know I’m here?” It was the first time he had used his voice in nearly two years and he felt foolish for even trying. There was no way she could see him anyway, it didn’t matter if she could sense his presence or not. He remained in the corner when she left, seemingly sulking as he looked down at his slightly transparent hands. He sighed, using the one lonely hairband he had on his wrist to tie back his hair into a small low ponytail.

He was no longer certain that he was happy about someone else being in the apartment, it somewhat felt like a cruel joke. She had been the most responsive towards him since his death, but he still couldn’t communicate with her and he was just...there. It still felt like he was an outsider looking in at all of the living people he had once been able to talk to and laugh with. He stood up and went to through the wall into the bathroom, looking into the mirror and seeing nothing in return, just another grim reminder of his reality.

[Trots]

Mayla heard an echo and frowned. She turned around when she heard it and was quick Incase someone was there to attack her. She slowly backed up and looked around the kitchen, searching for a weapon and when she found an old knife in one of the drawers with old utensils she held it right and looked about. “Who is there?” She called with a shaky breath but she stayed put and rather confident. When she didn’t hear anything she began to wander silently and took careful steps. When she passed the bathroom she paused and slowly stepped back to look inside.

Her eyes slowly widened and she quickly turned away and dropped the knife to the ground before inhaling. “This is a sick dream.” She ran her hand through her hair and looked down to the knife, moving it carefully with her foot. “Wake up now.” She grumbled to herself and began to pinch her arm.

[Sekeriu-]

Valentine turned around quickly to look at her with wide eyes, could she see him or not? When he heard her knife move against the floor he was snapped out of his thoughts. "Miss, ca-can you see me?" He asked not sure what was even really happening. If she did see him he definitely didn't blame her for having that reaction since it would look like there was a random large man with no reflection standing in her bathroom. But what if she hadn't even seen him and he was just assuming the worst for no reason? It seemed too specific to be a coincidence so he kept a distance away from her just in case, the last thing he wanted was for her to run out of the apartment because she was afraid of him. He saw her pinch her arm and sighed inwardly. "I'm sorry to say this definitely isn't a dream." He muttered it mostly to himself, wishing that his whole time as a ghost had only all been a dream and he would wake up any second.

[Trots]

Mayla heard the voice and she felt chills again. What in the world? She turned slowly to look at the transparent man and furrowed her brow. “Don’t lie. I know you’re a dream.” She raised a brow and continued to pinch herself. She kept her eyes away from him and was more afraid of her own thoughts than him. She wasn’t afraid of him at all for now. She soon did look to him and she moved away, heading back towards the room she was going to sleep in. She was going to plan on hopefully sleeping it out. Maybe she was dehydrated and was just hallucinating, right? Ghosts aren’t real! And they never would be in her head. She set her phone down next to the now blown air mattress and she laid on it; shoving her head underneath her pillow after messily pulling her hair into a bun.

[Sekeriu-]

Valentine frowned and sighed as she walked away, slightly hurt by the fact she didn’t think he existed. He wasn’t sure what he expected her to say anyway, he probably would’ve had the same reaction if he saw a see through man in his bathroom. “I have no reason to lie.” He sighed to himself, leaving the bathroom. He took a peak inside her room and saw she was attempting to sleep. He turned around and went into the living room, not seeing a reason to convince her otherwise if she clearly thought it was all a dream. If she woke up and was still able to see him she would eventually have to believe in him, he decided to just be patient and hope for the best. He went back to his usual spot looking out the window, seeing snow lightly falling to the ground.

[Trots]

Mayla felt herself begin to grow uneasy. What if it wasn’t a dream? Well ghosts weren’t real anyways, they weren’t. Right? It’s probably some prank. She hit her head against the air mattress and threw the pillow at the wall as she started to become restless. She stood up slowly and grabbed her phone for the flashlight. She began to wander around the home with a small frown and examined the area. “I’m sorry for being rude.” She apologized and when she reached the window she looked at the figure. “Who are you? And... why... is this happening? Why can I see you?” She asked and kept her distance. “I don’t believe in ghosts but I’m... I don’t understand.” She murmured and rubbed her temples with her hand. “What’s your name? If you have one?”

[Sekeriu-]

When he heard footsteps behind him he glanced over his shoulder in surprise. He didn't think that she would be the one who initiated a conversation first, though he had clearly been wrong. "I don't blame you for reacting that way." He turned around awkwardly, unsure what to do with himself since it had been so long since he talked to another person. "My name is Valentine Felina, but you can just call me Val." He introduced himself, typically he would of held out his hand so she could shake it but he already knew it wouldn't work. "This was my apartment two and a half years ago before I dead here, I don't know how you can see me though. This is the first time someone has showed any sign of knowing I was here." He explained, though he spared the details of his murder since it was still a bitter topic for him to talk about. She was clearly much different from anyone that had come to her apartment before so he couldn't find an explanation as to why he wasn't invisible to her.