[Similar in some ways, but so vastly different in others. His dreams -- nightmares, really -- were of the Cwyld. Taking over him, sucking the humanity away until he was little more than the breathing, beating voice he'd heard in his head, when the infection went deepest.
But those weren't the dreams he'd meant. Not exactly. It was the ones where the Cwyld changed him, fucking up the magic that had ran through his veins, through his Bonds. Until he was a Monster.
Which wasn't fair to them, but it how else did one explain it? The Coven still couldn't, either.]
A bit. [He takes a while before he adds:] I never wanted to consider what would happen if they hadn't come for me. But no, it's not that. It's the Cwyld. The Coven assured me I was healed of it. When they took me, I was a witch. But I'm not anymore.
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But those weren't the dreams he'd meant. Not exactly. It was the ones where the Cwyld changed him, fucking up the magic that had ran through his veins, through his Bonds. Until he was a Monster.
Which wasn't fair to them, but it how else did one explain it? The Coven still couldn't, either.]
A bit. [He takes a while before he adds:] I never wanted to consider what would happen if they hadn't come for me. But no, it's not that. It's the Cwyld. The Coven assured me I was healed of it. When they took me, I was a witch. But I'm not anymore.