[ @scrrowblue , soft verse Soul ]
It was starting to become necessary.
Whether it was intentional or not, the occasional exposure to supernatural beings and the building grief with no end in sight had been concocting a mix of sorts. A being that existed inside another, who grieved just as he did, who felt his pain, who wanted his wants.
But he wasn’t a separate being, was he? No, he was a being, but he was him. A boy, a boy who wanted relief, calmness, love, to live for once with someone so special to him. These energies, desires and emotions had been building up over time, making him stronger and stronger, something came to fruition. Something inadequate, but something alive and functional.
He needed more power, more emotions. But he also needed to talk, now that he were able to. It was only a matter of time until Benjamin would fall asleep.
And fall asleep he did...
Everything was comfortably warm. The scenery was hauntingly similar to Benjamin’s favourite place to be, wherever that was, but the colours weren’t exactly right. Everything, in some shape or form, appeared to be black.
Uncomfortably sharp claws touch his hair, before jostling him into ‘waking up’. A silhouette that looked ... hauntingly like that monster, and yet it was too small to be seemed to loom beside Benjamin, with a single glowing white eye. It just was too dark to see much about this creature other than its eye ... but unlike that monster, that never once chose to speak...
“You need to wake up now.”
