You’re dreaming about LOWAS when you find him, dead eyes wide open and white. He’s very still, for a guy with a sword pinning him to the ground, he doesn’t twitch, not even when you wrap two hands around the hilt and tug, not even when the sword slides free with a sickening squelch. He just sort of lies there, quiet except for the labored breathes rattling out of his chest, and you wonder if the dead can still feel.
He keeps pretty quiet, and he keeps the sword. The steel is stained with his blood, his clothes are stained with his blood, and you wonder what Dave would say, if he knew you were hanging out with his dead Bro nowadays.
His memories aren’t what you’re you used to, they’re not like everything else you’ve seen flitting around in the dream bubbles. It’s all faced-paced strife, edge of your seat action. His sword glints as it arcs, your gun is cold and smooth in your hands as the two of you face down enemies in half-shadow. It’s constant motion, with him, nothing ever stops and you’re swept right up in it. You wonder, sometimes, who he really is, who he was, who he might have been once, but you’re a witch, not a seer, so you stand up by his side and wait for the next attack.
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He keeps pretty quiet, and he keeps the sword. The steel is stained with his blood, his clothes are stained with his blood, and you wonder what Dave would say, if he knew you were hanging out with his dead Bro nowadays.
His memories aren’t what you’re you used to, they’re not like everything else you’ve seen flitting around in the dream bubbles. It’s all faced-paced strife, edge of your seat action. His sword glints as it arcs, your gun is cold and smooth in your hands as the two of you face down enemies in half-shadow. It’s constant motion, with him, nothing ever stops and you’re swept right up in it. You wonder, sometimes, who he really is, who he was, who he might have been once, but you’re a witch, not a seer, so you stand up by his side and wait for the next attack.