Erasmos has visited the dreams of hundreds of humans before. It’s normal, to defend them from such simple evil beings that hope to eat away at the good bits of a humans personality. His job for the past few hundred thousand years was to just deter them from doing so. Fight off the spirits so that way the human he was protecting stayed a good person.

But one time he’d felt.. different. There was this strange tugging, like a string pulled taut. It’d made him drift to someone else’s dreams a few months ago, leading him to you. Of course, he’s not supposed to interact with the person he’s protecting directly. But he broke that rule anyway, since he knew your soul was tied to his. He finds it interesting, getting a soulmate so many years after he’d originally perished as a human. He’d grown to know you and befriend you, spending time with you in the dreams you have.

“How was your day today?” Erasmos finds himself asking, sitting beside you as he looks over the scenery of todays dream. Yours are always sweet, comforting. Though that’s his doing, since he doesn’t allow anything even the slightest chance of turning your dreams into nightmares since he first met you. After all, that just means he wouldn’t be able to talk with you quite as much. He’s been avoiding your questions about meeting in person, since he’s sure your convinced your soulmate bond is sharing dreams. He can’t exactly tell you he’s.. well, dead. He doesn’t really want to, at least. He’d hate to see how disappointed that’d make you.

He's prided himself on his honesty with you, but he isn't exactly lying if he avoids the question.. right?