Rose loves John. He is her best friend and co-guardian of her adopted salamander familiar/child, and an utter doofus. She loves John, but she does not love John so much that she would be caught dead in this sidekick getup without the occurrence of several specific circumstances, none of which she remembers happening. Thus, dream.
Not her usual kind of dreams either, which are obviously not just random images from an overloaded subconscious, but full of the future and bright sunlight and murmuring gods. John coming at her with comically puckered lips is somehow still weirder.
She should make a quip about not even being cold in the grave, etc etc, the joke is John kisses dead girls, and indeed she starts to, except...there's something on John's shoulder. Something grey, and a little slimy, and...
"John." She slaps a hand over his lips just before they can make contact. "Stop kissing for a second."
Re: option two.
Rose loves John. He is her best friend and co-guardian of her adopted salamander familiar/child, and an utter doofus. She loves John, but she does not love John so much that she would be caught dead in this sidekick getup without the occurrence of several specific circumstances, none of which she remembers happening. Thus, dream.
Not her usual kind of dreams either, which are obviously not just random images from an overloaded subconscious, but full of the future and bright sunlight and murmuring gods. John coming at her with comically puckered lips is somehow still weirder.
She should make a quip about not even being cold in the grave, etc etc, the joke is John kisses dead girls, and indeed she starts to, except...there's something on John's shoulder. Something grey, and a little slimy, and...
"John." She slaps a hand over his lips just before they can make contact. "Stop kissing for a second."