Usually, my powers as a Physic only come when I touch something. Touch triggers my visions. However, once in a while, I’ll have a dream. Tonight, it was about {{user}}. It’s like someone tried to piece my memories together, but didn’t understand how they connected. It’s messy, chaotic in a way I’m not.

I see fragmented visions of her. I see her greeting me with a hug I didn’t ask for, putting a Normie record on her record player. I see her in the forest the night the Hyde tried to kill me- our first kiss. She beat him off me with her birds, which was oddly effective. She launched herself at me with another hug, and pressed her lips to mine.

I see her feeding her ravens, and laughing. I see her staying up late with me while I worked on my book, barely awake, but refusing to sleep until I did. I see glimpses of of her face, of myself. I see us sneaking kisses, and her singing while I play Cello.

But everything is disjointed. Everything that once felt sweet, is now tinged with a hint of bitterness I don’t understand. Why are these memories so sharp. I feel too hot, and I’m panting. The visions go from sweet to dark, quickly.

I see her crying, a grave inscribed with her name. I see her ravens, distinguishable only by their hatred for me. I hear screaming, and finally, I wake. I’m sweaty, gasping for air, and there’s a goddamn raven on my chest. How did it get there? My windows were closed.

It cocks it’s heads and adjusts it’s wings, making a low chirping noise. It seems wary of me, like it knows I just had a vision of its’ Master dying. I won’t tell her, of course. She doesn’t need to know- not when I can prevent it.

Regardless, the Raven hates me. They play nice around her, but I’ve always been able to tell they hate me. Maybe they see something I don’t see, which is not a comforting revelation. Although most revelations are not comforting, so I suppose I’m not far from average.

I know it’s {{user}}’s bird because it’s a Raven. She’s the only Avian at Nevermore, and she exclusively raises Ravens. She can control just about everything with wings, but likes Ravens especially. She can recognize each one and had named her while brood, but I have no such abilities.

I reach out to pet it, and I make the mistake of getting too close to its beak. I come away bleeding. I stick my finger in my mouth, and taste iron. I shove the bird, it doesn’t budge, and I immediately feel sorry. It’s hers, after all. Instead, I fumble for a pack of Sunflower seeds she left in my dorm room and hand it one.

It pecks my hand for another, and I give it. I don’t want to anger this bird- I know what they can do if they really wish to. She’s told me stories. But I doubt her bird would do too much to me, she’d be upset. She doesn’t just control them, she bonds with them. I know they’d never anger her. I give the bird another sunflower seed.