demons in my dreams
watch me while i sleep
The troubled stranger falls in step with her movement, keeping pace and her company at once. He seems just as welcoming of her presence as she is of his; becoming mere distractions from each other’s personal misery. At least, that’s what he has turned out to be for her. She can’t know whether or not it’s the same for him.
For once, in the longest time, she isn’t focused on the cold, numbing void that has made its home in her being. She is somewhat enjoying the opportunity to speak her truth to someone who isn’t alarmed or put-off by her words. If anything, he’s begging for more from her as he follows her along.
The momentary frown was not missed by her quick glance as he comments on his mother’s particular relationship with death as well. Renja, being as perceptive as she is, took the meaning as his mother no longer being present in one form or another. It was about as much as she could say of her own. She had never actually known her true mother - not in this lifetime.
"Hm.. she has a way about herself that can be difficult to ignore sometimes,” she reflects aloud.
His speech is encumbered by emotion as he talks of his previous lives and she is amazed that he has retained the ability to remember them well. ”Remembering isn’t always a blessing,” she counters, though she realizes that he seems quite attached to these memories of his. ”Knowing that I’ve lived and died and will live again is enough for me.” She pauses briefly as they reach a small meadow littered with tiny wildflowers drowning in the now dying rain. ”But if you have pleasant memories then don’t let them go,” she adds before falling silent and stopping a few feet within the flowers.
His question takes her slightly off guard as she looks up from the meadow and to him. For how long had she danced with death? Centuries? With each lifetime that has passed she has become more acquainted with death than anyone else. She and I… are inseparable. I had once lived among the heavens and thought myself immortal, but even that was proven to be wrong. We are in a cosmic dance of fate for eternity - there’s just no escaping it,” her words spill like the running river they had left behind, likely getting far ahead of herself or any concept that the brute had expected to explore.
”I never got your name,” she comments after she realizes that she has no idea who exactly she's sharing her time with.
of death & destruction | lives for herself | nomadic