Thread: The Haunted Companionship (nerdfuck x Rauk)

Indeed, the smell of abandonment was strong in the house... but Afton only noticed that smell half of the time. The other half of the time it just smelled like... home. Her mother's cooking on the stove, the sound of children playing outside, the smell of a kindling fire warming the home. It was odd how, after death, her reality seemed to alter. Sometimes she felt like she was still alive, still young with her whole life ahead of her. Yet others she became all too aware of how dark, quiet, and alone she was. It drew depression upon her, rage, yet sometimes peace. It was as if the pieces of her that still lived were only a fraction of what she once was... The living complicated things. Yes, this house had several owners. They never stayed too very long. She didn't quite blame them, but it seemed the activity in the house was amplified when a real, living source was in the area. It frightened her, she wanted the living gone, yet at the same time she wished nothing more than to befriend them. Perhaps have someone to talk to. When was the last time she had a real conversation...? It was hard to say considering she wasn't aware how long she had been dead, or that she even was dead half the time. The new human had been causing quite a fuss. He seemingly moved his things in over night. Of course, for a while, the activity in the house had been fairly limited as the spirits watched and observed, but that silence was only temporary and for Afton, curiosity set in. She wanted to know of the man, learn about him. She wanted to play with his things as she oh so longed to be part of the living yet again! This particular night the weary visage of Afton appeared in what was Lucas' new kitchen. It was the first time she had become visible since he moved in, signifying a degree of comfort and calmness though she wasn't as visible as she could will herself to be. She wasn't that comfortable. The vision of the girl was black and white, grey at best. By appearance she had long black hair that was only mildly curly. Her face was young and innocent, it was difficult to gather what her age might have been. The girl wore a long, white cotton dress and was barefoot and otherwise bare. Although her vision was pale and colorless, it was strong and unmistakable. Her presence was powerful, as she was a spirit of age. What brought Afton to his kitchen this night? Glasses... a set of whiskey, shot, and drinking glasses that had been packed in a box that sat on the kitchen counter, still unpacked. Afton stood eerily by the box, dark eyes watching it closely, ample chest noticeably lacking breath. It was honestly quite eerie to witness. Her hand slowly lifted and slid through the box, the sound of crinkling obvious as she pulled one of his glasses out through the side of the box with ease. It took great power to interact with the living world and Afton didn't appear to have a lack of it. A small smile found her lips as she held the glass in her hand and observed it. It was... beautiful. She loved glass. Excited, Afton set the glass on the counter by the box and reached through it again to pull out a second glass, a regular drinking glass but this one with color. Her eyes widened slightly to see the color, oh it was so pretty! Again, she set the glass on the counter and reached in for another one... She loved glass, it was so beautiful. Afton was not exactly an evil spirit.