#and i like!! his dreams of death & pharos & nyx and his imaginings of what to come that truly scare him

[empathical-blog]

"Ryoji-kun, do you ever dream at night?"

       does he dream…?

       all he can remember are the dreams that seem vague at most; shades of black and grey as if it was shaken in a monochrome snow globe, highlighted by a blue butterfly that highlights to and fro no matter where he looks.

       sometimes he looks down and he sees horizontal stripes that dance along his sleeves and pants legs, but other times he’s decked in feathers as dark as the night sky with a sword in his hand. when he talks there’s no emotion, devoid of all things that makes a person alive. each dream ends with many multiple people at his feet, eyes he once knew gone lifeless due to his own actions.

       and each time he wakes up with the same start: shaken, out of breathe, and clueless as he tries to piece together his dreams all by his lonesome. it’s like an apparition he can’t comprehend, deciding that it would be his best to lock those memories around since only dwelling upon it would leave him sick to his stomach.

       what could it mean...?

       “i... i can’t say i dream much, but when i do it’s not the best. i haven’t the slightest clue of what it means, but it’s just a dream.” it has to be. “surely good dreams will come to me.”