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[liliegrayson]

moon knight: black, white & blood (2022) #1

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[wingsofmelete]

dreaming the world away

I dream of a friend who died in a war. She is tall and slender, with too-long pale hair and cold green eyes that I have never seen thaw. She always wears black in my dreams (though I have seen her wear other colours, in real life); the dark jeans and black jacket that which she wore when I first met her. She stares at me, in my dream, like she always stared at me when alive: coolly, without emotion – the impartial judge of one who determined the worth of others on a daily basis. The Executioner. Around us, the trees sing hollowly against the undying wind. The knee-length grass rustles like a thousand angry voices around us: “You promised” “You lied” “Just die”. Her mouth moves, forming words, but – as always – I am unable to hear them. This is a dream, I think. A cruel dream. She is dead. Stop. The word echoes around my mindscape, blowing back the wind and the trees and the grass as though a physical force. “Stop?” I echo, turning slowly in a circle. “Stop what?” I know what she means, of course. I just want her to say it. To remind me of why I must not go down the path I am preparing to take. You will lose. I close my eyes and savour her voice. It has been a very, very long time since I have heard it; this is a reconstruction, a thousand tiny images that I have pieced together to make a single, incomplete picture. This is all in my head. I find, somehow, that I do not care. “I won’t lose,” I say, spreading my arms out wide. “Do you hear me, Keira? I’m going to win!” Foolish, to talk to a dream (to talk to myself), but I have talked for years and years to the Executioner. It is not something I can just…stop. You will lose. I close my eyes and allow my arms to drop to my sides. “I’m going to bring you back,” I whisper. “Even if it kills me.” The wind dies down, and so does the voice. Then I wake up. A dream, of course. Just a dream.

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