#collaspecolours

( — continuing the sacrament ♱ with @collapsecolours​ )

❝ ☠  Occupation aside, the medium had been in various contact with entities and living beings whose aura reeked of sin with no hope for redemption. She’s seen things that she can’t explain and would personally pluck from various sections of her brain if she had the option to so it ASTOUNDS her very soul that someone (or some people) have to see these things. Soft gaze, normally so gentle and reserved are captivated by a symphony of horror complete with a scene of tragedy that would make Shakespeare’s heart ravage with envy. Jaw slack, Vanessa tilts her head as her eyes flutter all around the screen taking in the entirety of violence that calms her frantic heart and she takes in a breath. As pure as her soul it is, there’s a dark side to her to which she never acknowledges.

“Ryuhei kun,” it’s something that she can empathize with - the feeling of being overwhelmed by another’s emotions as it made its’ very home inside the soul, being an all conquering force that pushed the very essence of oneself into the dark abyss. Hesitantly she reaches out her hand in comfort to him only to draw it back in an instant the moment she hears his voice. “I’ll be right back, okay?” Vanessa had never been one for intimate relationships, finding it harder to keep up the delusion that everything in her life was alright, when in fact that it wasn’t. It takes her all but three minutes to leave the room to fetch him some water (it’s what a good friend would do, right?) and she’s back this time with a gentle smile on her face with a cup of water. Instead of letting herself be held back by the fact that he might not need the warmth of another to convince him that his reality was his and his alone instead of the victims’. Leaning down she lets her palm rest on his spine, delicate fingers tracing small formless shapes against the fabric of his clothing as she offers him the water. “You’re safe with me.” she reassures him.

Granted, Vanessa was used to seeing it by this point, observing how others were so affected by the volatile nature of human selfishness was something that she found herself to be mesmerized by. She wouldn’t dare to ever voice that perverted fascination but she found herself offering her hand in these situations more than anything else. “Those memories, those feelings don’t belong to you. Hey, look at me.” With gentle fingers she lifts his chin with two of her fingers, letting her worried gaze meet his. It was the least she could do to the same man that extended more than a helping hand to bring her back to society during a desperate and terrifying time in her life - saving her from a crazed fan. “Do you want to go grab some coffee or even your favorite food?”