Dahlia's past was a haze. A blur of images and thoughts that she tried to not pick apart. Who made her, what their face looked like, was buried somewhere in the images made askew. There was once a time where she'd tried to find it. Where she'd tried to remember. It had flooded her with so many things....so much pain and hate and...and rage. By the time she realized it was days later her room was a whirlwind of destruction and only blood decorated her skin. And still, with all that agony, the image of their face remained suppressed.
She hadn't tried to find them since. She hadn't thought to ask any other vampire; why would they know? She had not even uttered a word to ask what it was like to have a sire. Or to know they were near. She didn't ask what it felt like or how it worked. The thought, the subject, simply faded away.
Forgotten.
Seeing him made her very skull ache. His presence in her head made the rest of the world turn to a haze. She was torn, immediately, by the desires to leave and to stay. She couldn't remember feeling this way around him before. Was it because she was awake now? Was it because she wasn't as..a mess? She felt she was missing something. Something important that everyone else seemed to get but Dahlia was unaware of.
She didn't like it. The unease made her seek out her sister’s image but the room held only the two of them; as though even her twin was banished from the room like the vampires.
"I have enough loud in my own head. I don't think being in someone else’s would be good." Dahlia spoke; her voice soft and uncertain as blue eyes still sought the image of someone that was always there and suddenly wasn't anymore. Could Janos make her go away? Could he make them all?
She studied him then. Studied him like he'd studied her. Her once turned away gaze became more analytical; keeping her blush at bay. "Why are you naked?" she asked even as she finally resigned herself to approaching; unable to deny the urge to do so or the command to. Internally she wondered if he had any; clothing that was. Maybe that was why he came back. It made little sense to her but being nude in the middle of a room didn't make sense to her either...
Still curious about him; Dahlia nodded her head. "A ghost. There are lots of them in the city. I was...am... a medium." She said the word awkwardly; as though she'd only recently learned what to call it. She also knew the looks she typically received when she spoke of it; and for a moment she was stricken with the same urge to lie or hide that she so commonly held as a human. Maybe that is why she hadn't told him before. Though likely that meant she'd seemed to talk to herself...often when they were together before. Maybe that was why he'd stayed away.
"I guess it is." Dahlia held vague agreement; even if her age wasn't near to his own time had lost much meaning to her. Her gaze drifted towards his hand as it touched her own; fingers involuntarily shuddering slightly. Dahlia wasn't very used to touch as a whole but his own felt...different. It further confused her. But she didn’t find herself drawing away; not even when he moved to stand.
“Okay.” Dahlia didn’t know what he wanted to show her but she stood all the same; allowing her hand to remain in his even if she already knew the way to the attic. She wasn’t the sort to ask why; not right away. She would see when they got there.