False Reflections, as far as Della is aware, are one of the sneakier forms a ghost can take.
No tossing things, no 'GET OUT' written in blood, no transparent figures- just a slight offness on the edge of your mind, gnawing at you. Movements not quite how you think they should look, eyes wide open when you blink. Little things that build over years and years until you've gone mad.
The subtleties of this performance are sadly lost on Della; who sees that she has a reflection at all, points out her fangs in the mirror, makes a rude gesture, turns the mirror around, and goes to bed with the firm resolve to deal with that later.
'Dealing with that later' then turns into 'Researching ghosts' then turns into 'Researching other apartments', because the False Reflection isn't attached to the mirror it's attached to the place and that's a whole pain in the ass that simply chucking the mirror in a dumpster wouldn't have been.
The apartment is, frankly, too good to give up. Not everyone gets to be an old money vampire, some people are using their eternally twenty-three visage to hide the ghastly truth that they are, gasp, twenty-seven, and just as fucked by the economy as every other zillennial. The rent is cheap, it's near her job, and she doesn't even know if undisclosed hauntings are valid grounds to break her lease.
So she puts a mirror in every room and embraces that she has a roommate.
Della gets home from work and her reflection waves at her while she takes off her shoes, a second before she waves at it.
They've made... some amount of progress, in these first few months. Communication is difficult, but they have an arrangement. Neither of them wants a priest coming around.
Her reflection doesn't try to keep the ruse going, so at the very least they're on the same page there.
She grabs herself a pack of AB- from the fridge and brews a cup of tea, then takes them both into the living room. She bites into the pack and puts down the tea, watches her reflection pick it up and drink it in the mirror as it sits on the coffee table and cools.
She doesn't know if that actually does anything for the ghost, or if it's just nice to go through the motions.
Settling on something to watch is easy enough. She scrolls through options while keeping her reflection in the corner of her eye, watching her reactions until she finds something they both want.
Now, before she starts it, she does want to talk to the ghost, which is... tricky.
The mirror, obviously, makes no sound that Della can hear. The False Reflection can hear, apparently, but it can't hear her. The TV, for example, exists in her reflected world and makes all the sounds it's expected to. She however does not, replaced by the ghost. They can only see eachother through the mirrors.
She brings out a notepad and pencil, and her reflection rolls its eyes.
"Do you mind if I try on some outfits later?" She writes, and holds the pad up to the mirror.
Her reflection writes on her own pad, holds her answer up and looks away. Della takes a moment to parse the mirrored letters.
"It's your body."
A reflection is, admittedly, rather useful to have. Nobody wants to go out with a bit of blood smeared on their lips, and it's nice to be able to see how your clothes work together. But it's weird when your reflection is in itself a person with their own stuff going on but no real... agency. She can move, Della can leave the TV on for her when the ghost feels like it, but neither of them can make her not Della's reflection.
And that's, as she said, weird, when you're trying on clothes and now the ghost is naked because you're naked. It's doubly weird when the ghost gets all... blushy, about it. Della is cool with that, her reflection can admire and blush to her heart's content, but she can't just put the ghost into that position without asking.
"You're the one that has to stand there and watch." She writes.
"Why would that be a problem?" The ghost replies, evasively.
"Are you about to 'we're both girls' me?"
"I don't know what that means. We are both girls"
Della rolls her eyes.
"FYI, I'm a lesbian."
The ghost reads that and goes pink, scribbles and tears out multiple messages from her notepad.
"I don't know what that is. Is that some modern thing?"
Della breathes slowly through her nose as she puts her thumb and finger to her temple.
"This building finished construction in 1993."
"Irrelevant."
Della sighs. Okay, fine.
"Tell you what, I'll turn the bedroom mirror around between outfits. Just in case anyone would get embarrassed."
"You don't have to do that!" Her reflection scrawls hastily.
"I won't... if you ask me not to."
Her reflection goes pink again.
"I swear it's not for creepy reasons! You're just very pretty and I was caught offguard and didn't know what to do! I can be normal!"
Della laughs.
"You're physically incapable of creeping on me, I'm the one choosing to change in front of you. Be as abnormal as you like." She writes, making a mental note to get some nice underwear to try on for her.
