I had a dream that we were dead
and we pretended that we still lived
In his small piece of the world, the odd, the strange, the abnormal, are decidedly common. He has yet to meet a creature who is not unique in their own weird (and sometimes awful or beautiful) ways. He himself is one such creature. A thing not quite alive, yet not dead either. He had come into this world in death, yet life had fastened its grip upon him and refused to yield. So now, he is here, a creature of two worlds and neither. A thing that should not exist yet does.
No one is more aware of that fact than he.
But he ignores it. He ignores it because it holds no purpose, no true meaning for him yet. He is too young yet to realize just how great and terrible such a thing is. No one has taken the time to teach him.
Perhaps she would though.
He doesn’t notice her at first, though certainly she does not hide. Not until he feels the tug upon his very soul, the sudden grasp of clawing fingers that is just as quickly released. He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t realize she can sense him (even if she cannot quite grasp him the way she can her truly dead things) in his living death.
Blinking eyes of pale, milky blue, her turns to find her coming towards him. Her and something else. A thing of bones that rattles and clanks with each impossible step. He stares at it for a moment, unable to help but note the chilling similarities between he and the dead creature. Until she speaks, her words falling into the air on an eerie tone. He turns to find her grinning the wide toothy grin of a predator, and he wonders.
He wonders what had brought her to him, bearing such ghastly gifts. Wonders how a girl so plain and unassuming can walk with things so similar to his deathly form (is this why she approaches him? Does she want him walking at her side like this creature of bones?). So he responds in the only way he knows how. ”So are you.”
He pauses, wondering still. Wondering what comes next. Wondering just what it is she wants. ”I’m Jinn,” he says finally. Anything to break the silence.
Jinn
undead son of Tiphon and Elysteria
