Dreaming (Autumn)

[Lien]

Lien walked in the woman's dream that night, diguised as one of Autumn's friends from the army who had been killed in he werewolf attacks that had opened the woman's eyes to the world of the supernatural. It might have been a cruel disguise to take, cruel to remind the woman of such horrific events, but the angel had needed the face of someone the woman had trusted, someone she'd talk to.

Lien, in the borrowed form of the man who had been Autumn's comrade, sat cross legged on the floor of the place that had served as the woman's sleeping quarters.

To that scene, the angel added the figure of Autumn as she had looked in those days. The woman would control what her dream self did or said, Lien had only needed to place the woman in the room with the figure of the man she'd trusted.

Lien lifted It's head, looking at Autumn through the man's blue eyes, and smiled the now dead man's smile. "Bless my crooked soul, is that Autumn Walker I see before me?" The angel said, It's voice now low and gruff from the years of smoking the man It imitated had done.

[~Autumn Walker~]

It was not an unusual affair for Autumn to dream of her past life with in the army. She had spent the best part of ten years in her royal majesty’s service, that leaves hefty imprint on a person’s mind. It was one of those dreams where Autumn was not in her body, but looking over her own shoulder. She looked how she had, her hair shorter, tied back tightly. Her combat trousers tucked into polished boots, a simple green vest upon her top half. She was looking at her old comrade, Michael Reece, long dead, ripped to shreds by the were-wolf. The chain of events had in turn led her to join The Fifth. Not an unusual dream at all.

Autumn watched as her dream self sat before the man, a smile, she, though not in the body, could feel her old self smile.

“Hello Michael,” She smiled, “You’re dead...you know that right...” Autumn lost her smile then, one of her annoying habits was always knowing when she was dreaming. Maybe down to her clairvoyance, maybe from her time institutionalized in the military to not have a overly creative, dream like mind.

“It’s been a long time...”