Dialo/Chelan

Dialo sometimes has dreams of being in places and situations she's unfamiliar with when she is asleep. The one which she remembers clearest would be one where she resides by a big apple tree and feels a faint lullaby sung by a soft tune. The memories are slightly blurry but the scenery seems beautiful to be at. All other ones she sees are more grotesque filled with painful screeches and bloody imagery.

She's never particularly told anyone, not even Chelan, since she thought it might've been just a coincidence. But it's something that has been happening every once in a while, she dreams of an angel who strikingly resembles Chelan in a way, expect a bit older maybe. But she is certain she has never met the angel.

When they're having early breakfast, they eat in silence as they usually do, but this time, the red-haired demon decides to bring it up, it would do no harm, in any case.

"You know... It's a bit odd, but..." she briefly thinks of a way to word what she's thinking, "I've been having some strange dreams lately."

She pauses and Chelan looks at her in anticipation as she takes a bite of her food.

"It's hard to describe them. They're like faint visions, or memories of someone that isn't me, or at least, I don't think so."

Dialo fades off, momentarily gazing at the clock on the wall, focus going to listen to it's dull ticking, as the time goes by a few minutes, until Chelan's tranquil response manages to surprise her.

"Huh, really?" She muses at the angel, her eyes widen a bit for a moment, "You too?"

Maybe it was a (un)usual thing after all, if her housemate too experienced similar visions.

When she hears the angel explain with only a few short sentences of her own experience, Dialo feels she understands the other pretty well, similar encounters like an apple tree she rested under and a musical melody she feels (herself) singing to someone, who looked nearly identical to the red-haired demon across her, whom she is sure she has never met.

"...I see."

Chelan thinks they might have a connection to one another, or someone they might've been in the harsh blood-filled past, yet they look so peaceful.

"...You think so?"

The angel reaches to place her hand on Dialo's through her long sleeved coat, fingertips brushing against one another's. Soothing and friendly gesture, she smiles at the other and the demon can't help but do the same.

"I sometimes wonder if the past really was morbid as told. Hard to imagine in a current world like this." She thought aloud.

Chelan's eyes seem to sparkle brightly, nodding in agreement. Neither have not much to say anything more on the subject as they continue on finishing their breakfast in comfortable quietness. At least they somehow realize with no additional details, they have always been together through thick and thin.