video ● eleventh reflection

[straying]

[ FORWARD-DATED TO THE EVENING OF THE 23RD. (As tags will be slow for a while after.) ]

[There's a click as the feed starts and Saya hums a bit. She looks a bit tired but there's nothing about her demeanor that specifically tells that she's been haunted for the last couple days.]

The eve of Christmas Eve, guys! I figure most of us are pushing back our holiday plans considering everything that's happening, but I've found the most reliable mailman, so I hope some of you get your presents! Is everyone managing with your ghosts, though? I had one of my own but I haven't seen him lately. Then again, he always had that habit with disappearing. But if you ever need a place to crash or someone to talk to, you know where to go~

[She grins cheekily. Though suddenly her expression is confused.

What was that chill?

Will you continue to destroy others, witch?

The air is electrified. Everything is tense. Every fiber of her being on edge. Him. That voice. That insult. Only he would- Only her murderer would.

The broadcast is left forgotten as she whips around in her chair, her back to the SFC now as it lay on the table, entirely neglected. Because all at once, she's forgotten. Forgotten the curse, forgotten the ghosts, forgotten everything. Only remembering that she is facing the man who took her life.

Nevermind that this voice is only in her head.]

H-Hey.... I-I liked Train better. Why are you here? I don't want to- to....

[--to die again.

Her voice shakes, much as her frame does now. All the worldly experience that she exudes in her posture and confidence has been stripped from her now, just as she feels that the world has been yanked from underneath her.

Train Train Train. You don't even deserve to say his name, witch! He's not here to save you now. And truly, I will not fail to cut out your heart-

She leaps to her feet and knocks the SFC off the table in her haste. It clicks off. There will be no audience as she loses her mind.]

Comments

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

No!

[She yells first, but then lets out a shaky sigh.]

I- I can handle it. I don't want an audience for this. I do things better alone.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[He flinches, but he doesn't hide the concern.]}

Alright, alright... Just... Saya?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Shutting her eyes because she prefers darkness over anything else right now. It takes her a moment as she lets out a deep breath, doing everything she can to calm herself.

And then finally, gingerly, as if she's testing out her own voice-]

Dem?

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[Pressing his fingers to the screen as if it'd get him closer to her. He has no idea what he should do except to respect her wishes.]}

I'm right there with you, okay? Just concentrate on my voice--Whoever you're seeing can't hurt you. ...You got me outta this situation so it's my turn to help you.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[And at first, that surprises her some. She flinches a bit, but then relaxes as best she can and nods.]

You're... too kind, Dem. I'm sorry about this.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

I'm just a Nobody looking out for his friends. _{C'mon, it's not your fault ghosts are asses. Don't apologize, 'kay?}

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She manages something of a laugh at the last bit.]

Right... Well, whatever it means, no strange terminology involved- you're someone to me. Stay that way.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

As long as you return the favor.

_{[A small grin. That's the sound he likes to hear.]}

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Always.

[She sighs and... this helps. Just the distraction she needed.]