Dead By Daylight [OneShots]

The Lich X (OC) Reader (P2)

"Mother thinks I'm a witch."

"Why?" Aidan asked, poking finger into my arm. I could see it on his face that he was not bothered. Like any other clumsy child, he was taken by the fun of it, if mildly curious.

"She says I am always talking of evil things." I confessed, pulling at my frock's hem, "You know what she says, 'we must always be honest. Honesty is the greatest virtue by the Gods'. So I do as she says. I tell her what I see and hear."

"Evil things?" He questions, interest piqued as he settled down beside me, "Like...uh? Demons?"

"Not just demons..." My head hung low.

He kept staring at me with those big lovely eyes, and I knew for an instance that we shared a bond unspeakable. I could sense it, that primal, natal tie I had with him, and I couldn't hide from him. We came to this world together, we looked similar, we did things which weren't so dissimilar after all, and as mother had told me, we were forever bound to each other.

"I see them too." He said sheepishly. When I looked up at him bewildered, I found him a little upset, hunched down with a vague look on his face. "Demons."

"Not just demons," I wanted to concur, but I had something in my mind.

"They don't feel good." He retaliated, throwing his arms in the air. He was always defiant, standing his ground firmly and he wouldn't mind throwing hands for it. Father was always so proud of him, he was steadfast in his opinions, "What doesn't feel good shouldn't be good."

"They don't feel like demons. Not...look like demons as well. Some of them look weird."

"Weird?"

"Funny, one looked like a big bunny. Only that he had two mouths, like a cabinet. And I saw a big whale like thing fly. Like, with her big heavy wings."

He made a face at that.

"You don't believe me right. I saw them. Not just in my dreams, but I touched them the other night. And it cut me. Look." I showed him my finger, a tiny cut, akin to an abrasion there, had left a scar like it was a result of papercut.

"But Ma said you're talking about bad things. Evil things."

"Because I'm a witch. She's not wrong."

"You're a witch," he began, throwing his arm around my neck, "Because I'm a wizard."

Something bubbled in my childish heart. It was in those moments I felt I belonged somewhere, somewhere where he was. When I would watch children run around wild in the playgrounds, it felt that I could be there under the secure shadow of my lovely brother. Engrossed in that fairy tale I knew so certainly of it that if I was to be assigned with an unduly course of action, it wouldn't be isolated in a big world for my brother would always be at the farther, even the farthest end, holding the final end of the rope to bring it up at the horizon to form the bridge, that it would always lead to him.

"Mother loves you. I wish she loved me too."

"She loves me because I'm a wizard." He jumped down the bed, running at the door, "I'll tell her to make you a wizard, so she'll love you too."

"Can I be?" My little girl's heart was full of dreams, enough to be provoked by a sliver of hope remaining there. I could feel my eyes beaming with light, how my brother had smiled at me so widely.

"Yes of course! If I can be, so must you."

And of course I had run after him, chasing my only dream preferable.