thenightmareofyourdrems

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Naïve—such  a  gentle  word  for  her  pettiness. She  had  been  careless, reckless, and  now ?  Now  payment  had  come. Once, she  had  foolishly believed  that  tangled  stories  could  be  swiftly  brought  to  an  end. That  buried  problems  could  stay  under  the  ground .  But  just  like  zombies ,  they  kept  on  rising  from  their  grave ,  seeking  vengeance  in  the  form  of  food .

❝ I  think  we  should  talk. ❞  Echoed  the  words  cold ,  unmoving  -  just  like  her  gaze .  Never  had  speeches  appealed  to  her  -  violence ,  murder,  much  more  effective .  Less boring too. Yet  if  writing  had  taught  her  anything, it  was  that  ending  a  chapter  was  nothing like  ending  the  story  itself .  And  this  was  exactly  what  they  were -  a  piece  of  writing  she’d  left  to  dust  for  far  too  long.

Starter for @forgaeven

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     However  hard  he  wanted  to  disagree ,  he,  the  master  of  arguments  and  speaking,  found  it  impossible  to talk .  She  did  have  some  strong  points,  after  all .  Sure,  his  plan  had  been  a  little  reckless,  suicidal  even.  Yet,  evidence  was  evidence  and  he  had  this  feeling  that  he  was  right.  He  just  had  to  prove  it.

❝ Alright ,  I  do  deserve  the  lecture . ❞  He  had  gotten  himself  almost  killed,  after  all.  However, what  had  he  been  supposed  to  do ?  Sit  in  his  room ?  Do  nothing ?  The  person  behind  these  murders  was  still  roaming  Beacon  Hills  free,  after  all.  They  couldn’t  just  be  idle  while  the  police  was  going  after  the very  wrong  name.

❝ But  come  on,  Lydia,  you  know  I  am  right .  There  is  something  wrong  with  this  story . ❞  The  pieces  of  the  puzzle  forced  together  in  the  name  of  a  quick  solution  -  no,  there  was  something  missing.    

@thenightmareofyourdrems · / & · 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 · * ♡

❛   why is it always my fault?  ❜

She gave him the sort of look only Lydia Martin could manage — the one that felt like a cross between a teacher’s patience and a scientist’s certainty. Her brows lifted, her mouth just barely curving, as if she’d been waiting for him to ask.

❝ 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 — 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞

She paused only long enough to let him think she was done. ❝ 𝐎𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

So i am readding Enid and adding Wednesday Hit the heart for stuff

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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Maybe  they  would  -  yet  would  they  be  the  same ?  Different  flowers  would  take  their  place  -  perhaps  prettier,  perhaps  uglier.  But  they  wouldn’t  be  the  same .   Nothing  was  ever  the  same .  She  knelt  down  next  to  them ,  digits  swirling  around  the  dead  flowers .  Suddenly,  color  began to  fill  them  again ,  life .  Brown  petals  turned  pink ,  then  red,  then  purple.  No ,  they  were  still  wrong,  still  different  -  why  couldn’t  something  be  stable ?  She’d  always  loved  variety  -  however  these  past  few hours ?  days ?  it’d  felt  terrifying.

❝ But  they  are  not  my  old  flowers . ❞  Echoed  the  words  quiet,  disappointed  -  and  then …  the  petals  grew  brown  once  more.  ❝ Do  you  remember  the  old  times ?  When  Destruction  was  still  here,  much  much  time  ago. ❞  A  sigh  escaped  her  -  nostalgia  creeping  into  both  her  tone  and  face .  She’d  always  missed  the  old  times ,  the  way  they  would  gather  more  often,  talk  more  often,  be  siblings  and  not  just  stubborn  rulers .  If  only   they  could  do  that  again …  but,  they  would  say  they  are   busy  again  or  they’d  fight,  argue.  They’d  become  just  like  her  flowers .

❝ I  just  wish  I  could  fix  it. ❞   Bring  both  her  flowers  and  family  back .  However,  change  was  imminent  -  and  however  hard  she  was  trying  to  fight  change …  well,  the  past  did  not  return. 

It breaks his heart sometimes to see her like this, for he remembers her whens he was young, so very vividly. Joyous, happy, delightful. Maybe naive. At the time Dream had found her endless positivity and boundless energy annoying, in the same way that your little sister invading your room and touching your things was annoying. 

In some way, maybe, because he was a little jealous. 

How was she so happy? How could she be so happy? Dream had always thought it unsustainable and then he had hated himself when it turned out to be true. Then he had hated the person that had hurt her, while they did not speak of such tragedies and heartbreaks, it had shaken him. 

That one day he too would crack under the pressure. 

A soft sigh leaves Dream, he possesses endless patience for her, which he had for no one else. His eyes fall upon the roses, withered and brown, and he wonders which had caused which. If her upset was because of them or if they had withered because she was upset. It was hard to tell here, and he had no control over this domain. “They will grow again.” He reassures softly, “they always do.” Life found a found, flowers bloomed again. They would seed and return. 

“Even in the most scorched of places…they grow back my sister.”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     A  bad  idea   -  her  brother’s  expression   had  always  been  hard  to  read .  She  knew  that  visits  were  uncommon  among  her  family  -  each  sibling  meant  to  stay  in  their  domain .  However …  she’d  felt  lonely .  Everyone  was  always  so  busy ,  she  didn’t  know  how  to  talk  to  them ,  to  approach  them .   She  knew  they  didn’t  really  take  her  seriously  -  her  presence  perhaps  more  of  a  nuisance  than  of  a  blessing.  However,  she’d  missed  them ,  plus …  she’d  had  that  idea …  Barnabas  had  called  it  a  bad  idea,  but  she  believed  they  would  agree.  They’d  all  gotten  a  bit  closer  after  the  whole …  well,  Dream  thing.

 ❝ Barnabas ?  No …  I  know  where  he  is,  or  …  I  think  he’s  still  where  I  think  he  is. ❞   Barnabas  was  a  capable  dog  -  it  was  more  likely  to  lose  her  than  him .  She  tilted  her  head  to  the  side ,  expression  shifting  to  something  curious,  yet  hopeful  too .  ❝ I  was  thinking …  We  only  ever  gather  when  there  is  some  disastrous  crisis  coming  or  when  one  of  us  is  dead,  so  perhaps  we  could  change  that. ❞  She  could  already  sense  her  brother’s  disapproval ,  however  a  try  never  hurt  anyone.   ❝ Maybe  we  could  have  tea  all  together ?  Or  ice  cream ?  There  is  that  place  near  the  lake ,  it’s  amazing .  ❞

Silence  lingered  for  a  brief  second .  If  her  brother  agreed,  then  it  wouldn’t  be  difficult  to  convince  the  others.  They  would  be  together  and  they  would  talk  and  have  nice  little   beverages  and  cookies.  They  would  spend  time  together,  wouldn’t  repeat  the  same  mistakes  they’d  made  when  Morpheus  was  around .  But …  what if they were busy again ?

❛⠀you've visited again, sister.  ❜

his words are neither welcoming nor a snide; simply a remark. of course he has somewhat anticipated this, of course he has known her decision the moment she has made, just as he knows now that there will be a slight breeze in the air as he finally holds his steps and stares at her. just as he knows that there are thousands of tiny flapping of wings, and thousand more ripples of affect it could garner as consequences. he does not fear them, nor does he necessarily feel joyous from them. it is, as it will be.

his youngest sister, @thenightmareofyourdrems, is— well, in truth, destiny has little thought of her. not due to ... lack of care, perhaps, as one might assume, but more so because their functions, while crosses, do not often overlap. and, in truth, destiny is aware enough that he is not the sibling the rest would seek so frequently, besides from death who does sometimes walk by in his garden during her contemplative moods, for reasons other than any impending doom or dire requests that they would seek his counsel for.

still, to say he is ... offended, would be too simple. he is not. he simply is. or, in another sense of the word, he accepts. just as he accepts the youngest of the endless now into his realm, his focus entirely on her. he asks, ❛⠀have you lost your companion once more ?  ❜

sandman starter call.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Complicated  -  such  a  small word  to  describe  the  mess  they’d  been  caught  into .  To  leave ,  the  safest  option  -  still  impossible,  though .  He  couldn’t  abandon  her ,  couldn’t  jeopardise  the  life  of  the  only  person,  who’d  been  willing  to  help  him,  protect  him .  She’d  already  done  him  too  many  favors,  covered  him  way  too  many  times  -  it  was  high  time  he  did  something  too. 

❝ You  can  barely  walk ,  I  am  not  leaving .  ❞  For  perhaps  backup  was  coming ,  it  didn’t  take  long  for  the  damage  to  happen,  though .  He’d  gotten  her  into  this  mess ,  he’d  made  her  into  a  target.  It  was  only  right  to  at  least  make  sure  she  survived. He  lowered  his  hands ,  glanced  over  his  shoulder  to  check  if  anyone  was  coming .  No ,  there  was  no  way  he  was  abandoning  her.  ❝ If  I  hear  them,  I  will  run .  Until  then,  I  am  staying,  though . ❞  And  hopefully,  the  backup  would  be  much  too  focused  on  the  target  to  notice  him. 

sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, " i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving. " from @thenightmareofyourdrems / jack

he's taller than her, but then again, most people are. profiler knows how to be imposing - she knows how to control a room, knows how to command attention when she needs to. yet those are never moments in which she's being herself: doctor donovan rather than just maeve, agent rather than a simple person. it's how it's always been: and how it comes more naturally to her. she can hide behind her smarts, can wrap herself in layers of degrees and accreditations.

moments like this don't allow for those barriers. there's no hiding the vulnerability in gaze - how for once she actually looks her age as she allows herself to find a little comfort in the touch. what a mess this is. what a mess they are. "you should go." it's not an order, not even a request. just soft observation. "I don't... I don't know what to do, jack."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

king of hell prompts from supernatural. 

a collection of quotes spoken by the character crowley in cw's supernatural. adjust as required. 

just trying to make conversation. 

hell's fine. 

don't worry about hell. hell's complicated. 

what's your problem then?

you have to believe me.

i didn't know this was going to happen.

i mean, i might not have told you the entire truth, but i never lied. 

i never lied. that's important. it's fundamental.

he took his own life with the blade.

he died.

you can understand why i never spoke of this.

why set hearts aflutter of mere speculation?

maybe miracles do come true. 

what you're feeling right now? it's not death. 

let's go take a howl at that moon.

is this it? is this all there is?

the more you kill, the better you feel. 

the less you kill, the less better you feel.

your body's not strong enough. 

and i wanted to do you the honour of sealing this deal personally.

your choice.

do you have any idea how much this rug cost?

this is it, right? this is what it's all about.

we need to talk. privately.

it's called survival.

i forgot you two at best are functional morons.

we're just servants to him.

what if i give you this thing and you go kill the devil?

you probably need some more ammunition. 

what's in the gift bag?

he's using you.

whatever. i'm not calling you dad.

that was a complete and utter dog's breakfast, wasn't it?

i'm so glad the world is ending.

we could always shove it up your..

you did good back there, moose. 

i'll deny it if you ever quote me, but i'm proud of you.

are you joking? i just saved your life.

we deserve to be loved. i deserve to be loved.

i just want to be loved.

what are we drinking?

i'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here.

did you really think you could kidnap me and no one was going to notice, numb nuts?

they told me you were dead.

i'll kill him myself.

i am your king. 

too busy inflicting pain to answer.

when this is over, we can get matching tattoos.

you can't trust me, but sadly, i can't trust you either.

why'd you have to use tongue?

yes, i know. i'm a hell of a guy.

this is getting maudlin. can we go?

you betrayed me?

no one in the history of torture's been tortured with the torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.

this is, by far, the dumbest idea you've ever had. 

look, you're right to be suspicious, but i'm your ally.

i torture all my friends. it's how i show love.

i'm confused. why aren't you dead?

hello, darling. 

i've sold sin to saints for centuries. you think i can't close one little demon?

i came here to help you.

a whore is a whore is a whore.

how many times am i gonna have to clean up your messes?

i've found out you've been lying to me.

you bore me. 

karma's a bitch, isn't it?

i'm lucky to be alive.

he made me beg.

i would rather stick white-hot skewers in my eyes than listen to you two bitches bicker.

i gave you the terms of my deal.

what are you gonna do to me that i don't do to myself just for kicks every friday night?

well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. 

maybe you should try plan d for dumbass.

oh, i'm a bad thing. he's a worse thing. 

why do you hate me?

employees don't question management.

i don't hold grudges. 

with all due respect, i don't think you can handle my rod.

the bitch tends to hold a grudge.

we should be friends. 

you may have brought me into this world, but you were never my mother.

i'm choosing me.

i don't have any virtues, but if i did? i'm sure patience wouldn't be one of them.

it's all very west side story, but let's be logical. you look like hell, and i should know. you're not up for this.

i do what i want, when i want and i don't take orders from you.

you're right. i'm a monster.

i've done things you can't even imagine. horrible, evil, messy things. and i've loved every damn minute.

hello, boys. 

this isn't wall street! this is hell. we have a little something called integrity. 

you know what the difference is between you and me? i know what i am.

the hardy boys finally tracked me down. took you long enough.

am i the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?

we've had some good times, so i'm going to give you one chance, just one, to walk out that door.. or i'm going to take you apart atom by atom. do you understand?

where do i start to even look for forgiveness?

death is your drug.

i'm not your bloody sidekick.

bye, boys. 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Noise ,  silence ,  horrible ,  overwhelming.   Panic  crept  into  her  face  stronger  than  ever  before .  it  was  wrong  -  she  didn’t  know  what  exactly  was  wrong,  but  there  was  definitely  something  wrong .  She  could  feel  it.  The  strong  waves  of  it  hitting  her  from  every  direction .  Everything  around  her  had  turned  darker  -  as  if  the  veil  of  night  had  embraced  her  realm  a  little  bit  too  early.

His  brother’s  voice  did  enough  to  at  least  distract  her,  to  anchor  her  to  reality  -  but  what  was  reality  to  begin  with ? ❝ I  don’t  know .  I  don’t  remember . ❞  Doors  kept  everyone  out ,  didn’t  they ?  This  was  why  she’d  locked  everything  -  but  they  weren’t  enough,  they  didn’t  work.

She  walked  around,  tried  to  focus  on  something,  anything.  She  wanted  to  be  happy  -  her  brother  had  paid  a  visit, after  all, something  that  he rarely  ever  did.  Yet …  why  did  it  still  feel  so  wrong ?   ❝ I  tried  to  water  my  flowers ,  the  roses …  they’d  become  beautiful,  really  pink.  But  they  died.  I  don’t  know  why .  I  took  care  of  them,  I  promise  I  did,  they  shouldn’t  have  died,  right ? ❞ 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

btw sorry for the lack of replies but i am so in panic due to the upcoming trip i just cant even sleep

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

king of hell prompts from supernatural. 

a collection of quotes spoken by the character crowley in cw's supernatural. adjust as required. 

just trying to make conversation. 

hell's fine. 

don't worry about hell. hell's complicated. 

what's your problem then?

you have to believe me.

i didn't know this was going to happen.

i mean, i might not have told you the entire truth, but i never lied. 

i never lied. that's important. it's fundamental.

he took his own life with the blade.

he died.

you can understand why i never spoke of this.

why set hearts aflutter of mere speculation?

maybe miracles do come true. 

what you're feeling right now? it's not death. 

let's go take a howl at that moon.

is this it? is this all there is?

the more you kill, the better you feel. 

the less you kill, the less better you feel.

your body's not strong enough. 

and i wanted to do you the honour of sealing this deal personally.

your choice.

do you have any idea how much this rug cost?

this is it, right? this is what it's all about.

we need to talk. privately.

it's called survival.

i forgot you two at best are functional morons.

we're just servants to him.

what if i give you this thing and you go kill the devil?

you probably need some more ammunition. 

what's in the gift bag?

he's using you.

whatever. i'm not calling you dad.

that was a complete and utter dog's breakfast, wasn't it?

i'm so glad the world is ending.

we could always shove it up your..

you did good back there, moose. 

i'll deny it if you ever quote me, but i'm proud of you.

are you joking? i just saved your life.

we deserve to be loved. i deserve to be loved.

i just want to be loved.

what are we drinking?

i'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here.

did you really think you could kidnap me and no one was going to notice, numb nuts?

they told me you were dead.

i'll kill him myself.

i am your king. 

too busy inflicting pain to answer.

when this is over, we can get matching tattoos.

you can't trust me, but sadly, i can't trust you either.

why'd you have to use tongue?

yes, i know. i'm a hell of a guy.

this is getting maudlin. can we go?

you betrayed me?

no one in the history of torture's been tortured with the torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.

this is, by far, the dumbest idea you've ever had. 

look, you're right to be suspicious, but i'm your ally.

i torture all my friends. it's how i show love.

i'm confused. why aren't you dead?

hello, darling. 

i've sold sin to saints for centuries. you think i can't close one little demon?

i came here to help you.

a whore is a whore is a whore.

how many times am i gonna have to clean up your messes?

i've found out you've been lying to me.

you bore me. 

karma's a bitch, isn't it?

i'm lucky to be alive.

he made me beg.

i would rather stick white-hot skewers in my eyes than listen to you two bitches bicker.

i gave you the terms of my deal.

what are you gonna do to me that i don't do to myself just for kicks every friday night?

well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. 

maybe you should try plan d for dumbass.

oh, i'm a bad thing. he's a worse thing. 

why do you hate me?

employees don't question management.

i don't hold grudges. 

with all due respect, i don't think you can handle my rod.

the bitch tends to hold a grudge.

we should be friends. 

you may have brought me into this world, but you were never my mother.

i'm choosing me.

i don't have any virtues, but if i did? i'm sure patience wouldn't be one of them.

it's all very west side story, but let's be logical. you look like hell, and i should know. you're not up for this.

i do what i want, when i want and i don't take orders from you.

you're right. i'm a monster.

i've done things you can't even imagine. horrible, evil, messy things. and i've loved every damn minute.

hello, boys. 

this isn't wall street! this is hell. we have a little something called integrity. 

you know what the difference is between you and me? i know what i am.

the hardy boys finally tracked me down. took you long enough.

am i the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?

we've had some good times, so i'm going to give you one chance, just one, to walk out that door.. or i'm going to take you apart atom by atom. do you understand?

where do i start to even look for forgiveness?

death is your drug.

i'm not your bloody sidekick.

bye, boys. 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      The  absolute  good — once,  he  had  believed  it  was  real. That  the  world  could  truly  be  white, that light  might  indeed  prevail.  But life changed — violently.  Trust  once  unbreakable ,  now  fragile  -  creaking  under  the  pressure  of  benefit .  He  trusted  her ,  he  cared  for   her  -  yet  nothing  was  enough  to  convince  him  that  she  was  telling  him  the  truth .  There  had  always  been  something  greater  than  him,  after  all. It  didn’t  matter  who  he  was,  what  he  did,  for  some  reason,  he  always  came  second  in  her  eyes.  ❝ Have  we ?  I  mean,  have  I  actually  ever  been  something  to  you ? ❞    

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

@thenightmareofyourdrems ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ~ egwene&rand

rand might as well have kicked her in her stomach ❝how can you even ask me that? after all we have been through, after everything we've been to each other, you really question why i am here? why i won't abandon you?❞ she choked. egwene felt as if she would die all over again, like she did when she thought he died. she had suffered a lot, and with all she was feeling, the one thing that made sense in all of this was rand. she didn't care if he was that red headed boy who would bring her strawberries, or the dragon reborn. he was rand, her rand, and that was all she needed to know

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                   ˜”*°•.      ❝ Would it be cliché to say — like memories? ❞  For  was  it  not  the  truth ?  A  bitter  taste  clung  to  his tongue  when  the  victim’s life had been steeped in misery.  Sweet, when  it  overflowed  with  joy.  But  his ?  Well,  he  could  assume  they’d  taste  like  quite  the  something.  ❝ Yours ?  It’s  a  pity  to  say  there’d  be  only  one  way  to  find  out.  ❞ 

~ @thenightmareofyourdrems || Liked for a one liner || For The Corinthian ~

"What do eyes taste like? I bet mine would be zesty."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

F1 returns to IMAX and i have already watched it too many times, someone make me stop

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ANTAGONISM — MEETINGS

"Still mad?" "Missed me?" "Get out. Now." "Who let you in?!" "Why are you here?" "What do you want?" "Read my lips: no." "You don't scare me." "Hey, put that back!" "You are not welcome." "Move out of the way." "Don't be like that..." "Don't test me today." "Do you mind? I'm busy." "Don't come any closer." "Showing your face again?" "You expect me to apologize?" "I won't say it again: leave it." "You know I can't let you in." "I don't trust you to behave." "You being here is bad enough." "Have you nothing better to do?" "I thought you didn't trust me?" "I don't wanna deal with this…" "I'm not here as a favor to you." "Are you still holding a grudge?" "Your presence befouls this place." "Is there a… reason you're here?" "I didn't expect to find you here." "I should just kill you right now." "What more could you possibly want?" "Do you mind getting out of the way?" "Don't you have hobbies or something?" "You're threading a dangerous line…" "What? No open arms, no welcome back?" "Cut to the chase — why call me here?" "Do they just let anyone walk in here?" "How did you… the doors were locked!" "You're not sorry, don't even pretend." "You've chosen a bad day to bother me." "Come now, no need for such hostility." "Do you find amusement in harassing me?" "You being here is enough to ruin my day." "I don't care, you need to let me through." "You should have killed me… but you didn't." "So… standoffish. Am I not allowed to visit?" "You better have a good reason for ignoring me." "Here, I brought you something!" *Middle finger.* "Seeing your face sour at the sight of me is funny." "Is that what I am to you? An annoyance? A pest?" "Were you expecting me? What a… warm welcome." "No. Whatever you're about to ask, the answer is no." "Do you just think it's funny to get me into trouble?" "You think you can just walk in here after what you did?" "I'm not going to be intimidated into letting you through." "Doesn't matter what you say, I'm not doing you any favors." "You'll forgive me for being curt, but please, leave me alone." "Grow up. We can hate each other's guts and still do business." "I won't be held responsible for what I do if you don't get out of my face." "Isn't it funny that I'm right here and you can't do anything to me right now?"

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                   ˜”*°•.    At  the  other’s  command ,  he  remains  silent .  He  doesn’t  want to  anger  him  -  but  he  has  to  face  the  truth.  He  had  to be  reminded  that  other  choices  did  exist,  that  he  deserved  them,  that  he  was  needed  in  the  Dreaming .  And  quite  honestly ?  He  needed  him.  What  was  the  point   of  being  back  if  he  wasn’t  there  anymore ?

When  things  change .  It  was  difficult  to  process  these  words .  It  was  difficult  - no,  impossible -   to  imagine  a  Dreaming  without  their  king .  Yet ,  to  push  the  other  would lead  nowhere  but to  further  arguments  -  and  if  these  were  the  last  days  of  Lord  Morpheus,  he  didn’t  want  to make  him  spend  them  fighting .

❝ Of  course ,  I  will . ❞  Was  everything  that  he  answered  then .  However,  none  could  serve  the  Dreaming  better  than  their creator  himself  -  if only  could  he  see  how  much  needed  he  was.  ❝ But  I  would  rather  it  be  under  your  rule.  And  everyone  here  agrees . ❞  He  didn’t  care  how  many  lines  he  crossed, or  how  close  to  the  limits  he  was  playing .  Morpheus  had  known  since  the  very  start  what  his  masterpiece  was  like  -  he’d  made  him  himself,  after  all,  hadn’t  he ?

❝ I  am   sorry   for  what  I  did . ❞  Well ,  not  him,  but  the  former  one.  Still ,  the  same  person,  though,  weren’t  they ?  He  remembered  quite  well  his  actions, the  emotion  lurking  behind  them.  He  remembered  the  hatred  he’d  wanted  to  feel  -  the  anger  that  he  actually  felt.  He didn’t  want  to  become  this  way  again .

The glare could have cut a diamond. 

Dream doesn’t like the statement, there may be a mote of truth within it, and exposing it to the open air is both unnerving and vulnerable. Both things the King of Dreams deeply dislikes, and not so long ago, would have banished any denizen to the darkness for daring to speak. 

Now, he does not have the energy to be so angry. 

Corinthian was closer to the truth than Dream would like to admit, and there are a whole host of things he would say right now if he had it in him to be that honest. Yet he does not. 

“Be quiet.” Yet his voice betrays him, there is no harshness in it this time. Instead, Dream moves them on. “When things change, I hope you will do me proud and serve The Dreaming.”

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                   ˜”*°•.     Stubborn .  For  all  his  greatness  and  regal  bearing,  Lord Morpheus had  always  been  the  very  embodiment  of  stubbornness.  Perhaps  this  was  the  true  cause  of  the  arguments  between  him  and  the  first  Corinthian — not  hatred,  but  a  clash  of  strong, opposing  opinions.

❝ Or  is  it  that  you  think  yourself  unworthy  of  the  other  choices,  my  Lord ? ❞  For  he  doubted  that  alternatives  did  not  exist .  That  the  Dream  of  the  Endless,  who  had  come  face  to  face  with  ordeals  far  worse  than  this,  could  not  devise  a  plan  now .  

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send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment.