Cult of the soul

Ester II

Ester sat there, they didn't answer Damian's question as it didn't make sense to her he only said a bunch of words with no rhyme or reason to them so she just simply laughed at him
"What are you laughing at?!" Damian asked still clearly in shock
"Congratulations pretty boy that was an actual sentence!"
Ester smiled...well they more grinned like the Cheshire Cat than they did smile.

She found his confusion clear so decided to speak first.
"Suppose I should introduce myself shouldn't I?" They gave a little curtsy one of those dramatic ones you'd see from a pantomime performer,
"I am Ester, Ester Porter and you are?"
Damian looked at her his chocolate brown eyes wide in fear.
"Damian Magdelum...are you gonna hurt me?"
Ester laughed she wanted to say yes but they didn't want to lie,
"I would usually..."
Their voice went quieter and came with a hint of annoyance.
"But this whole ghost? spirit? thing? Has made me unable to even pick up a knife to stab you with"
She rolled her eyes,the blue spinning against the unnatural black background in their eyes.

"O-okay then..."
They watched as Damian backed away from her, walking backwards his eyes never leaving them.
"That's a dumb ideas you know you're gonna hit something"
She called out but he just ignored her, Ester watched as the door behind him slowly patted open as Damian blindly hit it; then watched him enter what she assumed to be a bedroom, and with a loud BANG the door was slammed shut leaving Ester all on her own in Damian's very messy living room and or kitchen, she leaned back on the wall and it was the first non-floor thing she hadn't fell through.