Promises Three: Subtle Dreaming

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One such soul is sometimes worth a whole constellation.

- Fyodor Dostoevsky

𓅨 Sweet Nightmares: Chapter One

Sweet Nightmares: When not even Nightmare Dream can chase you off from visiting his realm whenever you wished, he decides to show his eldritch side. In other words: Dream doesn’t understand why you have such free rein within his realm and tries to scare you off. Jokes on him, you’re into it.

Warnings: Dream in Denial, Explicit Language, Reader Messes W/ Dream, I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS.

To Note: Eldritch!Dream x AFAB!Reader, Mostly Dream at his Wit’s End with Reader, Part of the ’Sweet Nightmares’ Event by @roguelov.

Word Count: ~7.2k

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You often wondered what it would be like to swim in the Ocean of Dreams. It often looked dark and uninviting, surely a representation of its true purpose… but that water also looked so beautiful to you. Things in The Dreaming weren’t what they seemed. Sometimes cold was hot, or sweet was spicy, an apple might taste like a peach, even a sunflower you had been happily looking at had turned into a rose. At times you thought the realm was purposefully fucking with you. No. It was fucking with you. So you liked to fuck with it back.

You were fairly sure that the realm adored it when you interacted with its jokes and mischievous nature.

“If you try swimming in the Ocean of Dreams, it’s just gonna spit you back out.” Imber, the dream of rain, spoke from where she sat next to you, basking in the low pressure of the air. It was going to rain soon. You gave her a pointed look, fingers picking at the edge of your shirt.

“You’re being negative, Im,” You stated, making up your mind and pulling your shirt over your head and dropping it to the towel you had been sitting on. Next you wiggled yourself out of the jeans the Dreaming gave you when you had appeared this night. “And I’m curious… like, what is it like?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Is it like swimming in a regular ocean? Is it salty? Cold? It kind of looks like it’d be freezing… Does it have the same buoyancy as the oceans in the Waking World? Can I drink from it? Are there fish? Like dream fish? That’d be really awesome if there were dream fish…”

“Please, for the love of the Endless realms, do not drink those waters,” Imber exclaimed, wondering what kind of unhinged mortal would wish to swim in those waters let alone drink the Ocean of Dreams! Apparently you. The dream watched as you deposited the rest of your clothes on your towel and trotted over to the dock extending over the darkened water of the Ocean of Dreams. Your toes gripped the edge of the dock, your eyes staring down into the black water. You saw your reflection, nothing else. The water was dark, black even. So mysterious. You wanted to know what lay beneath. Your reflection tilted its head to the side and smiled at you, then it held its hand out, beckoning for you to jump. “Really, you shouldn’t—”

You stepped off the dock.

Dropping into the water, you were surprised to find that it wasn’t cold at all, or in anyway unpleasant. The water felt like it was pillowing your body, gentle and caring. You kicked your way back to the surface and your head popped out of the water. The look on Imber’s face was priceless. It was like the realm had dropped out beneath her and the universe was ending. Then she was exploding on you.

“What do you think you are doing!?” She screeched, waving her hands and desperately wanting to drag you out, but knowing that she could not enter the water. “The Ocean of Dreams is dangerous!” You blinked at her from where you were treading water, not understanding why she was so upset. Literally nothing was happening to you. “Those waters kill!”

“You are being over dramatic,” You replied pleasantly, wishing you had tried this sooner. It really was quite nice. While Imber went off on a tangent about your apparent need to get out of the ocean, you felt something sliding around your ankle. Ignoring what was going on beneath the waves, you gave Imber a frank look. “Really, Im, I’m fi—” You were sharply pulled beneath the surface of the water by your ankle, only having a moment to take in a gasp of air.

Bubbles streamed around your body as you were tugged down for a few disorienting moments, your hands flailing as you righted yourself. Eyes opening, you found that the water didn’t sting. Nice. You looked around for what had pulled you down, and came face to face with a black form that looked remarkably like yourself. Whoa. The mirror of you smiled deviously, and offered her hand. Now, there was no way this truly was your own reflection/shadow, you knew enough about the Dreaming to know they didn’t exist… but what she was, was most likely the Ocean of Dreams herself. Because it was definitely a she. That excited you, so you reached out and took her hand.

You were pulled along and only moments later you were met with an explosion of colors and wonders that left you shocked. The Ocean of Dreams was truly beautiful. As you went, you could see flashes of dreams, some fairytales, other nightmares. All of which were pure unadulterated beautiful creations. Why was the Ocean of Dreams so forbidden?? This was a paradise to you! The Ocean of Dreams glanced back at you and you beamed at her, her echoing grin was but a mere flash before she was dragging you through a field of kelp at a faster pace.

There were these little flashes of light in front of you now, bursting like tiny canons explosions. You were ignorant to the slow build of uncomfortable pressure within your chest, your lungs straining for fresh oxygen. Deeper and deeper you were pulled, each new sight even more beautiful than the last. A medieval dream full of knights, a princess, and a dragon. Another a zombie apocalypse where the zombies were running from the humans. A child winning a Nobel peace prize for curing cancer…

Your grasp upon the Ocean of Dreams slipped, but the being continued to hold you, eager to show you everything. Your mind slipped into a state of in-between and you felt even more weightless than you had before. Soft songs echoed around you, slowly fading in a hush… unlike the peacefulness you had felt slipping under, coming back was rough and jarring.

Water surged up your throat and out of your mouth as you harshly coughed, suddenly finding your body nestled on the sand with a very worried Imber clutching your shivering and jerking body. Worse? Morpheus was on one knee next to you, his eyes blazing mercury while he glared at you in complete and utter rage. You finished heaving up saline water, curtesy of the dream lord’s touch on your neck coaxing the dream liquid from your body. You rasped and coughed, leaning back on your shins with a grimace.

“Have you no self preservation!?” The dream lord thundered at you, physical thunder and lightning manifesting over the Ocean of Dreams. She was upset that your and her fun was interrupted. You blinked at Morpheus as he raged at you, his words cross, irate, warning. Nothing new to you. He never liked that you pushed the boundaries of his realm and rules. Well he never seemed to like you period. “I have half the mind to banish you for such insolence.”

“I think she’s lonely,” You protested smartly. “You should interact with her more.”

“You dare suggest to tell me how to run my realm?” Morpheus thundered yet again, lightning flashed and struck sand not that far from you. “You are out of line.”

“She deserves attention too you know,” You fired back as the dream lord rose to his feet and promptly stormed away, his coat fluttering behind him. Imber threw her arms around around your neck.

“Don’t ever do that again! You would have drowned if Lord Dream hadn’t rescued you!”  The dream sobbed. Blinking, you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Why had Morpheus pulled you out? Did he not find your antics most annoying within his realm? You figured that if something ever happened to you, he’d just let you die to rid himself of you. He threatened you enough about banishment… While Imber continued to hug you, you stared at the disturbed waters of the Ocean of Dreams. She was already missing you.

The library was one of your favorite places to visit in the Dreaming. The endless amount of books kept you well entertained when your friends were busy with their work. On this day, you were playing hide and seek with Matthew. Shelves moved around you, shifting from letter to letter and genre… Matthew was currently hunting you down (without cheating) and his calls for you echoed throughout the endless library.

Holding back a snicker, you crawled across the top of the bookshelf you were currently perched on. Lucienne had been monitoring your hide and seek game, amused from watching the shelves cleverly hide you from Matthew’s sights. It was clear that the realm liked you, clear that no matter where you went within the Dreaming, the realm itself came alive as you interacted with it. So she was fine with you playing around in the library, as long as nothing happened to the books.

She was currently watching you army crawl across the tops of towering bookshelves, wondering how you had managed to get yourself there in the first place! No doubt the library had helped you up there… and now it was helping to hide you as well. Chuckling beneath her breath, Lucienne shifted her gaze to Matthew fluttering around, calling out to you with sassy remarks.

“Oh come on!” The raven exclaimed, gliding around a corner, only to come to an empty aisle. “Where are you hiding!? This has been going on for like, ten minutes!!”

“Oh come on, Matty!” You teased him, resting on your stomach for a moment while kicking your feet back. “It’s not like I’m playing tricks on you.” Matthew let out a disgruntled snort and dropped to the floor of the library.

“You totally are!” He complained, stamping his foot on the hardened wood beneath him. “How else would this game still be going on!? Isn’t it my turn to hide??”

“You still haven’t found me though,” You sang with a wide grin. Matthew stomped his little feet some more and flapped his wings, clearly at his wits end.

“Fine! Fine!” He exclaimed in a blustery tone. “You win this one! You win this one now just tell me—”

“What are you doing within the Library, Matthew?” Matthew hopped to attention and you leaned closer to the edge of the bookshelf to see that Morpheus had arrived. Who shit in his wheaties this morning?

“Oh, hi sir,” Matthew chittered nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. Morpheus’ intimidating gaze narrowed. “I was just— you know…”

“Matthew was tending to a dreamer, my lord,” Lucienne spoke up, stepping into the picture. “You tasked him with helping around the realm when away from your side, he is doing as such.”

“And where is this dreamer?” Morpheus pressed, turning back to Matthew.

“Oh, you see, sir, we were playing a game of hide and seek so I don’t actually know…” Matthew trailed off the moment blue started glowing silver. Well, he didn’t know where you were, and his boss was clearly going to go nuclear at any moment.

“I’m up here,” Your voice was soft as it floated down to the three beings, and three sets of eyes lifted to stare at you peeking over the edge of the bookshelf you were currently atop. You could have sworn that Morpheus’ eye twitched. Matthew’s beak dropped open as he let out a screech in outrage.

“You were up there the whole time!?” He loudly exclaimed, flapping his wings and taking to the air to flutter up to where you were sprawled out. You grinned at the raven as he landed beside you.

“Yeah, pretty much,” You confirmed, pushing yourself up onto your forearms. Matthew wanted to be mad at you for doing such a thing, but at the same time, he was hella impressed.

“Okay you got me good on that,” He admitted while a storm began brewing below you. Morpheus was not pleased, not pleased at all. How had you gotten up there? And to play such a silly and menial childs games within the grand library of the Dreaming!? Your audacity appeared to have no bounds!

“What are you doing perched atop these sacred shelves?” Morpheus questioned severely, glaring up at your lounging body. You blinked at him, had he not been listening to what Matthew had just said?

“Playing a game of hide and seek, it was Matty’s turn to seek.”

“Yeah, we were just having some harmless fun,” Matthew piped up, hoping his boss wouldn’t go all nightmare on you. He really liked you and didn’t want you to be scared off let alone banished. Outside the palace thunder boomed, shaking the foundation. Your gaze didn’t stray from Morpheus’ bright silver one as you stared him down.

“Harmless… fun,” The dream lord was almost growling now, you nodded before patting the bookshelf beneath you.

“Oh yeah, hide and seek in this library? It’s like the masters edition. Top notch entertainment.” You happily explained, shifting into a sitting position. “Again might I suggest interacting—”

“Enough!” Morpheus cut you off. “Get down from the bookshelf immediately.”

“Spoil all the fun why don’t you, grumpy pants,” You mumbled, moving to climb down from your perch. But as you were doing as he had asked, the library decided to have a little fun of its own. With a shiver and tremble of wood, you lost your grip and tumbled from the bookshelf. A small yelp left your lips while Lucienne gasped and rushed forwards. She of course wouldn’t be able to help you, or catch you in time to prevent a very painful fall… but Morpheus was right there to catch your dropping body.

He easily caught you, surprising himself because did you not irk him to no end so why would he catch you? You and Morpheus spent a moment staring at each other, surprise plastered on both of your faces. What the hell had just happened? Heat creeped up your neck and you were instantly a flustered mess.

“Dream over, bye,” Just as suddenly as you had dropped into his arms, you were gone, leaving behind a dumbstruck Morpheus. He was frozen where he stood, arms out like he was still holding your body. He had a solid blue screen behind his silver eyes. Lucienne rushed up to her lord in a frazzled state.

“Sir? Sir?” She questioned, trying to get a response from the frozen dream lord. He was slowly rebooting. Matthew fluttered down to a nearby table and cocked his head to the side.

“Do ya think Y/N broke him? I’ve never seen them go all peace out on us before…” Matthew commented as Morpheus’ mind finished rebooting. Rage blistered across Morpheus’ features.

“They dare to undermine the rules of my realm and relieve themself from their own dream!?” Morpheus hissed out, finally coming to his senses on what had just happened. You had fallen from the top of the book shelf, he had caught you, and then you had woken yourself up! That was not an ability any regular dreamer should have and you were clearly displaying an unusual source of power.

“Sir, I believe that they are simply trying to enjoy the realm to the fullest—” The glow within Morpheus’ eyes had Lucienne cutting her words off and she watched as he angrily stormed away. Matthew exchanged looks with the librarian.

“So… am I just over thinking it or are they…”

“It would be in your best interest to stay out of their business, Matthew,” Lucienne adjusted her glasses and busied herself. This was not something she was going to stick her nose in unless absolutely necessary.

“If I get trapped in that stupid hour glass you better break me out,” You muttered to Concinō. Your dream friend twitched the corner of his mouth, making the whiskers of his current form, move ever so slightly. He was totally taking pleasure in this, you just knew it. At the start of your night, you’d come across Concinō, the dream of singing harmoniously… and somehow, he had talked you into assisting him with a dream of his. Little did you know that you would end up playing a Disney princess.

Exciting and fun, but you were acutely aware of what happened in Aladdin, and weren’t exactly fond of the idea that Jafar would be setting his sights on you. Memories of being scared as the hourglass full of sand slowly buried Jasmine alive still haunted you, even into adulthood. Not even the fine cloth draped upon your body and jewels enhancing your natural beauty could distract you from that worry.

“You think I will allow any harm to befall you?”

“We are in a dream, Concinō,” You muttered at him beneath your breath. “The psychological mind fuckery I deal with on a nightly basis is getting a bit too much.”

“Which is why I thought to invite you, this is a little girl’s dream, it is not meant to be a nightmare.” You gave Concinō a blank stare for a moment before your ‘father’ came bustling in… in all his short and round gloriousness. It was a nearly comical sight to you and that made you giggle a little and smile. You set down the hairbrush you had been absentmindedly running through Jasmine’s long hair and twisted in your seat.

“Father,” You greeted happily, following along with the script. “I had the most wonderful time,” The little girl watching the dream play out in the corner of Jasmine’s large bedroom giggled and pressed her hands against her little mouth. “I’m so happy!”

“You should be, Jasmine,” Jasmine’s father replied, his eyes glowing an eery red. Jafar had already gotten to him. “I have chosen a husband for you.” The remaining door to your room boomed open and the long faced Jafar appeared, striding towards you with a regal yet smug bird perched on his shoulder.

“You’re speechless, I see. A fine quality in a wife.” Jafar said, taking your hand. You were momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of this dude, but them remembered you had a part to play and jerked back.

“I will never marry you,” You retorted as the little girl pipped up.

“Yeah! She’s never gonna marry a creep like you. You’re mean!” You nearly laughed at her comment but stayed in character. From behind you, Concinō let out a rumble from his chest in warning.

“Father I choose Prince Ali.”

“Prince Ali left,” Jafar retorted smugly.

“Better check your crystal ball again, Jafar,” A voice spoke from behind you. You whirled around in a swirl of blue skirts and proceeded to gawk at the dream that had formed Prince Ali. You wouldn’t mind being swept off your feet by him. The bird on Jafar’s shoulder squawked angrily as Prince Ali stomped up to you, eyes ablaze.

“Tell them the truth, Jafar. You tried to have me killed.” You let out a dramatic gasp, which the little girl did as well. Honestly her reactions were making this whole experience worth the trouble…

“What?” Jafar exclaimed. “Ridiculous nonsense, Your Highness. He’s obviously lying.” 

“Obviously… lying…” Jasmine’s father mumbled, hypnotized by the snake scepter. You stepped in front of him and tried to shake the hypnotism from this mind.

“Father, what is wrong with you!?” Aladdin jumped forwards and snatched the snake scepter.

“I know what’s wrong!” He shouted before smashing the head of the snake on the floor. It broke and Jasmine’s father gasped.

“Oh, my!”

“Your Highness, Jafar’s been controlling you with this.” Aladdin continued, holding out the scepter.

“What?” He stammered. “Jafar? You, you traitor!”

“Get him! Lock him up!” The little girl cheered on. So the guards were called and were slowly dragging him off, but just as soon as Jafar has waltzed into the room, he disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.

“Oh no,” You murmured to yourself as Aladdin stepped up to you and Jasmine’s father began rambling. You let him wrap his arms around your body, and stared into his eyes before muttering at him. “I’m not kissing you.”

A sparkle appeared and his smile widened.

“I’m pretty sure Concinō would bite my head off if I tried,” The dream replied. “Besides, I’m just a side character in this dream.”

That made you chuckle as the dream in question eyed you both scrupulously. Concinō was in charge of this dream, in charge of making the little girl’s dreaming thoughts reality for this night. You had little control over what was going to happen next. Jasmine’s father dragged Aladdin off, talking excitedly about marriage plans and you went to slump down on a sofa with an exasperated sigh.

When it came time for Jafar’s takeover, you hadn’t considered how terrifying it might be to actually experience what Jasmine went through. You didn’t appreciate the crimson outfit you had been forced into, and you certainly didn’t appreciate being in chains at Jafar’s side. You had already thrown wine at the idiot sorcerer, told him off (much to the little girls egging on, she found it very entertaining), and even stomped on his foot.

He wasn’t happy with you.

You had done your best to distract the sorcerer after he had wished for you to fall in love with him. Because hello, one of the big no no’s of Genie magic was no love spells. Jafar didn’t know that yet thankfully, so you were holding his attention while Aladdin snuck in and slowly made his way over to the magic lamp.

“What street rat?” You cooed, delicately brushing your fingers along Jafar’s face. You were never doing this again. But your distraction was doomed to fail and Jafar caught sight of Aladdin in the reflection of the tiara you wore and promptly jerked around to address him. You lurched in front of him and tried to grab the scepter. Fighting against him was a loosing battle and you were flung backwards onto your rump which made you moan.

“Get the lamp!” Aladdin called from where he had taken your place in struggling for the scepter. You scrambled on your hands and knees, lurching up and scurrying over to the throne where the lamp was resting.

“Ah, ah, ah, Princess!” Jafar called, flinging Aladdin to the side. “Your time is up!” He flicked his scepter at you and you felt your body getting thrown back. You had to close your eyes so you didn’t get sick, but the topsy turvy feeling finally dissipated. Opening your eyes, you stared at a wall of glass before panicking and slapping your hands against the glass of the giant hourglass you were stuck in. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You had hoped the little girl would deviate from the whole ‘Jasmine almost dies in the hour glass suffocated from sand’ plot. Apparently the little dreamer was a purist.

Sand poured on your head from overhead and you jerked in place, trying to avoid the stream. You slammed your fists harder against the glass, hoping you could break it, you had been able to manipulate some dreams before. But you had no such luck, the glass remained strong and the sand was quickly up to your waist. While Aladdin was tricking afar into wishing to be a Genie, you raked your nails across the glass and desperately searched for the now pint sized Concinō. He was gone, dismissed by a very irate Morpheus who had sensed your meddling yet again.

The dream darkened around you and the disney palace warped. Clawing the sand in front of you, you barely saw Jafar’s figure standing in front of the glass. He looked different now, taller, darker, more menacing. A few gasps for air departed your lips as you stared the irate Morpheus in the eyes. Then sand completely covered you. You panicked against the coarse material, feeling it scrape against your skin and impede your ability to breathe.

The glass holding you trapped disappeared within the hourglass. You fell, sprawling in front of a livid Nightmare Morpheus in a tumble of red fabric and sand. Coughing for a few moments because it seemed like you had breathed in several particles of sand, you slowly lifted your head.

You caught glowing mercury eyes, first glaring at you for being in the dream in the first. The complete and utter audacity! You were so meddlesome! But then Morpheus took in what you were wearing and his mind went blank. Crimson fabric covered your curves, and jewels dotted your throat and head, you looked every bit of the part you had been playing. Beautiful princess trapped in an hourglass filling with sand. It was an… enviable sight and that disturbed the Endless, certainly even more when sand slipped from your shoulders as you shifted in place. It had the luxury of caressing your beauty, beauty he had been unconsciously admiring. Now he wanted you… a… deplorable thought… surely… he would never… absolutely not… you were a pest… a pest he disliked… greatly… he didn’t like you… not one bit…

“Jafar?” A squeaky voice questioned, you glanced to your right to see the little girl confused. Understandable, this was supposed to be a dream, but now it was a nightmare. “You’re supposed to be defeated and stuck in a lamp.” Morpheus didn’t even spare her a glance.

“This dream… is over,” He spoke through gritted teeth. Sand once again spun around you, withdrawing you from the Dreaming and causing you to jerk awake in bed. You breathed heavily, your heart racing. Did he just try and scare you off with a nightmare?

“Dick move, Morpheus, dick move, it was her dream not yours,” You muttered, rolling onto your side. “It’s gonna take more than a nightmare to chase me off.” You closed your eyes and tried to get back to sleep. The only thing Morpheus managed to do was rescue you from a situation that had scared you. Being trapped in that hourglass was scarier than Nightmare Morpheus.

You were lounging with a book in your lap on what should have been a very uncomfortable place to sit… but the Dreaming of course would not have you sitting on something so uncomfortable and had softened the seat of Morpheus’ throne for you. That made his throne a very nice place to sit and read… which you were doing happily until Matthew’s call rang throughout the large throne room. You purposefully kept your eyes trained on the book in your hands, nonchalantly reading your passage.

The moment Morpheus set his eyes upon his throne, and saw you sitting there, he stopped short and took a moment to think. Surely you wouldn’t be this insolent! But there you were, looking quite comfortable and entirely at home. And quite gorgeous— He cleared that daring through from his mind and strode forward, a sour expression on his face.

“Your insolence appears to have no bounds,” He growled at you, rage quickly surfacing once more. You’d been pressing on his nerves, moving onto the next without fail and building his frustration. “Remove yourself at once.”

You eyed him, knowing that this was most likely really irritating him… which was your plan in the first place. Not one dream nor nightmare thought you’d actually sit on Morpheus’ throne. So you had strolled on up to the chair and planted your bottom on it. Now you were watching Morpheus’ patience run thin, worn down by your constant antics within his realm. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you liked it when he showed the Nightmare side of him. The endless was getting very frustrated that he couldn’t scare you off.

You chose not to push him and just smiled pleasantly and winked yourself out of the Dreaming. The Dreaming refused to change Morpheus’ throne back to its original state for three weeks.

You hadn’t told anyone what your plan was, you just executed it. Morpheus was supposed to be gone from the realm for several days and nights, which gave you the perfect window to pull off your next prank. You’d spent the better part of this visit moving every piece of furniture you could find… an inch over from where it usual was. It wouldn’t be obvious and to most eyes, everything would look normal. But not Morpheus. He was highly sensitive to his realm, could detect every minute change down to a single weed. But he wasn’t in the realm to feel the changes you made directly, so you could get away with the movements without him knowing.

When he returned, everything would look the same, but feel the same? No. And you relished watching him squirm on the inside trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with his realm. He was so unflappable at times, stoic and unchanging. Kind of like a marble statue… no, you were sure that a marble statue would show more emotions than Morpheus. Ignoring his angry, glowy eyes he gave you when pissed off. You wondered what he would look like it he smiled for once (something that you knew would never happen), you also wondered what his cosmic form looked like. Lucienne had once told you that while he did have an anthropomorphic form, it was only one form he had.

He was already a stunningly beautiful creature as a mortal, you wondered what his non-human form looked like. Would he even look remotely humanlike? Or would he be all wonky and chaotic, a blob of cosmic energy with no real distinguishable form to be seen.

“Hmm, squishy,” You commented to yourself as you struggled to move his throne exactly an inch to the left. “I wonder what he’d feel like to sleep on if he was like that?”

“What’re you doing?” You jumped in place before relaxing and looking at Matthew.

“Hi Matty,” you greeted before tilting your head. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were with Morpheus?”

“He sent me to check on you because he thinks you’re gonna mess with something while he’s gone.” You bit your lip to stop a bout of laughter that wanted to come up and Matthew hopped forwards, examining you a little closer. “You aren’t… messing with anything right?”

“Course not, absolutely wouldn’t while he’s out, why would he think of such a thing?” You blurted out. Matthew instantly knew you were up to something, and looked closer.

“Okay… why are you touching his throne? He got real mad about that after your last prank. Could’ve sworn the throne actually sulked for a few weeks…” Matthew muttered to himself, immediately deciding that he wanted no part in whatever shenanigan you were up to this time. His boss was getting really wound up by you and ready to implode. Matthew would rather watch this event from the sidelines than be in the midst of it.

“Just looking at the carvings,” You answered, patting the cold marble beneath your fingers. “I’m also wondering what he was thinking of when he made it given the decorations… like how does he even figure that shit out in his head?  Or is it like, automatic? Snap fingers and bam a-la-throne?”

“I… have absolutely no idea,” Matthew replied, his own mind now wondering how Morpheus had designed everything. “I don’t know how any of this Endless magic shit works, ya know?”

“It’s pretty awesome though,” You said while standing up and wiping your hands on your jeans. It was moved just enough. Perfect. Now you just had to wait for Morpheus to get back. While Matthew flew back to give Morpheus a report that you weren’t messing with his realm, you whistled while making your way to the library to find something to read.

Morpheus had gotten so angry at your little stunt (that everyone in the dreaming thought was hilarious) that he had gone all Nightmare on you. Like blazing cosmos eyes, enormous figure, thunder and lightning. Even the palace had trembled. Lucienne had been frightened for you, thinking that perhaps you had finally pushed the Endless one prank too far… only Morpheus had just raged at you while you giggled deviously. Then you had just skittered your way out of the throne room leaving the rather irate Endless to fume. So Lucienne finally decided to intervene.

“Sir, if I may,” She spoke softly, still feeling the echoing rumbles of the realm trembling from Morpheus’ anger. Mercury eyes landed on his trusted librarian.

“What is it, Lucienne? Give me one good reason why I should not have them banished from this realm for all eternity.” The librarian shifted from one foot to the other.

“Sir, I do not believe that you truly dislike having them around.” Morpheus glared at her for the mere insinuation that he liked having you of all creatures around his realm. “You have given many threats of banishment, but have yet to follow through with your words…”

“And why do you believe that is?” Morpheus snapped out, his fingers digging into the armrests of his throne (which he had promptly returned to its rightful place an inch to the right).

“I believe, that perhaps, you have come to enjoy their visits?” Lucienne offered, steeling herself for the blow up that was surely to come. “And might I even add, that you might have come to…” She paused, searching for the correct words to say without getting herself sent to the darkness. “…care for them. Do you not contemplate their arrival within the realm every night before they do so?”

Morpheus was insulted that his library would suggest such a thing and his eyes certainly blazed silver.

“You dare suggest that I have formed feelings for such an insolent mortal!?” His voice came out in a hiss. “They are nothing but a nuisance to me and I wish for them to leave and never come back!”

Lucienne couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“But sir, if you truly wished for that, would you not have already done so?” The librarian bravely spoke. “In order to deal with such… feelings, accordingly, you should decide upon the decision to banish them or not.”

Morpheus hadn’t made a decision on what to do with you. No, he had decided to show you his final form. His true form. A form that would surely scare you off and he’d never had to deal with your incessant pranks, never have to see you walking his halls never, never have to be tempted by your smiles and laughter. You were impervious to many a thing, but he doubted you wouldn’t be scared of his ultimate cosmic form. He didn’t really have a physical body in the anthropomorphic sense, he was just a mass of Endless that was abstractly shaped like his mortal self. Surely you’d be terrified and the temptation that had driving him to the brink of insanity would finally be gone.

But his plan to scare you by showing a side of him that was rarely shown had to be put on hold when his sibling decided to pay a visit. Of all siblings, it had to be Desire. They were still on thin ice with their last trickery that had cost the Dreaming 106 years, what reason did they have to want to visit now? But nonetheless, he relented simply for the sake of keeping an eye on them. Morpheus relented to their wish to wander throughout his realm, but he had every dream and nightmare on alert and several ravens flying overhead should anything go amiss.

When he picked up that you had entered his realm, he had dismissed your presence. He would have to deal with you on the morrow, he was far too busy with his realm at the moment to consider dealing with you and your jokes. Luckily for him, you weren’t planning on pulling off any pranks on this visit. He didn’t, however, consider what would happen should you cross paths with his sibling. No, you were just wandering around the palace gardens smelling different flowers and appreciating the scents and varieties. You had already received a flower from a tulip plant that had kindly offered you the single flower. Everywhere you went, the Dreaming came alive.

“I didn’t expect a dreamer to be so close to the palace,” A smooth voice called, drawing you from your mindless thoughts. Turning your head, you stopped in your tracks when you saw one of the most beautiful beings you had ever seen. Caught between masculine and feminine, they had pale hair and vibrant gold eyes… but you were distracted by the mischievous air that surrounded them. “My brother usually keeps the dreamers away from his more… intimate, of places.”

“Oh, so… I kind of just do what I want here,” You explained, wondering how many siblings Morpheus had. Then you leaned over and ran your fingers over a hydrangea bush. It stretched its leaves towards your touch. “He doesn’t stop me or anything, usually just gives me the glowy eyes, and huffs and puffs at my apparent audacity.”

Desire chuckled softly, amusement sparkling within their incredible golden eyes.

“Oh aren’t you an unusual one,” They mused, moving closer to where you stood. Gold examined every millimeter of your body, there was nothing special about you, clearly… but something made Dream latch onto you. “I can see why he would be intrigued.”

“Who says he’s intrigued?” You questioned, twisting your head to look at them with a raised eyebrow. “Do you know the number of times I’ve been threatened with banishment?”

“Like he would ever find it in his cold, cold, heart to banish a gem like you,” Desire cooed, not helping themself and reaching up to touch your face. They let their finger follow the curve of your jaw. “You’re far too precious.”

“I don’t know about that,” You disagreed, eyes wandering over their features. “Can I ask for your name? Morpheus doesn’t talk about his family, or talk to me at all if he has to…”

“I’m Desire,” Desire purred, eyes thinking with mischief and wonder. There were so many delicious things they could do with you. Ah. That would explain a lot.

“It’s nice to meet you Desire,” You replied happily. “I haven’t learned much about you or the other Endless…

“Hmm, it doesn’t surprise me,” Desire replied, taking a section of your hair between their impeccably manicured fingers. “Dream has always been very hush hush about us, it’s quite saddening actually…”

Something in you told you that it was, in fact, not saddening, to Desire and they were only looking to stir shit up. You were equipped in that category.

“Oh,” You sounded, you’re smiling fading despite your efforts to keep your face straight. You’d never been good at hiding your true emotions. “Well, that doesn’t surprise me, he’s kind of private isn’t he? I don’t blame him for that.” Golden eyes glimmered at you in scrutiny. You were an unusually impervious mortal, usually your kind would be falling at their feet by now in reverence. So they stepped closer and turned on the charm and desire, trying to wrap you up within their twisted influence. Surely you would make for a delicious game.

“Oh? But you are a guest within his realm,” Desire purred, dropping your hair to caress your cheek. While their teasing continued, Morpheus was made aware of his siblings proximity to you, his latest irking problem… and the very thin band of patience you’d been testing the constraints of for the last few months finally began to quiver. Disappearing from this throne room, Morpheus appeared in his garden and fixed his eyes on you and his sibling. Surely they were filling you with more noxious ideas to plague the Dreaming.

“Desire, that is enough,” Morpheus growled, the feet beneath your feet shaking. “Your meddling has gone far enough, leave,” Desire pouted and Nightmare Dream came out, his patience snapping like a violin string. You took a step back, feeling the ground beneath your feet trembling and shaking. Wow, Morpheus was sure getting worked up. You wondered if Desire was going to push his buttons further, but the Endless just smirked and winked out of the Dreaming.

“I think that was a little rude of you,” You commented, only to have the angry Dream Lord round on you and his eyes to brighten in anger almost to the point where you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Rude!? Are you that desperate to irate me that must conspire with my sibling!??” Lightning cracked across the suddenly darkened sky. You blinked and scrunched your nose.

“What? No,” You replied in confusion. Since when had you purposefully annoyed him? All you wanted to do was have fun and explore the Dreaming, and have Morpheus interact with it more because clearly she was missing her lord. You never had any intention of purposefully irritating Morpheus. “I just wanted to—”

“My realm is not yours to do what you wish with mortal,” Morpheus hissed at you, his skin rippling with power. “And for you to conspire with Desire!?”

Your eyes flashed in anger and your hackles bristled.

“I was most certainly not—” Before you even finished your statement the air around you rippled and you felt like you were stuck in a hurricane. Well someone had certainly lost their temper, but you hadn’t seen him lose it like this. A few seconds later you felt yourself getting tossed and turned in place, the ground having long since disappeared from your feet. Flopping around, your arms cartwheeled until you managed to keep yourself stable and you worked the courage up to open your eyes. What the hell…?

In front of you was a swirling mass of cosmos, you could barely make out somewhat of a humanoid shape but it most certainly wasn’t a human. Your body dropped though the air and you flailed yet again before being caught but a shadowy hand.

“You are the bane of my existence with your incessant comings and goings, why do you not act like the rest of your kind!?” Oh. Holy shit. That was Morpheus?? You were rendered speechless, gawking at the inhumane mass of Endless energy. Even now, with Morpheus displaying his worst form, you were still not cowering in fear! “What must I do to rid myself of the irritation you cause me?”

“You are so beautiful,” You whispered, barely able to form any further thoughts as the beauty of the cosmic being in front of you filled your mind. The next few seconds stretched into what felt like years, your words curling and slipping around Morpheus’ monstrous being. You are so beautiful.

Your surroundings trembled and shook, and that topsy turvy feeling returned. Then you found yourself stretched out on a bed with a very bewildered and confused (not to mention worked up) Endless above you. Your eyelashes fluttered as Morpheus grasped your chin in a hard grip. You could feel the pent up energy he was barely holding back.

“You are the most vexing, troubling, meddlesome mortal I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.” Morpheus hissed in your face, his nose practically touching yours. Well excuse me! You didn’t exactly ask to meet him either! Your eyes flared with fire and you barked back, poking your finger into his chest.

“Well you are the most hard headed, egotistical, close minded—” Morpheus had-had enough of your lip and insolence, and silenced you the only way his tumultuous mind could think of: by kissing you.

Date Published: 8/11/23

Last Edit: 8/11/23

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📝 Emotion, atmosphere and environment: A writing exercise for show-don't-tell

Before we go any further, I want to make it clear that I'm not aggressively against telling. Sometimes telling works for a whole bunch of valid reasons. If you know me at all, you'll be aware of where I stand on the issue of narrow, prescriptive writing rules (if you don't know me, hi, I despise narrow, prescriptive writing rules)

But "How do I show instead of telling?" is still a thing a lot of newer writers have difficulty with and that's what I'd like to dig into. So here's a writing exercise you could try to help build depth and atmosphere around the emotion your character is feeling...

🧠 First of all, pick an emotional experience.

For illustrative purposes, I'm going with LOSS. Then express that emotional experience in ways that can be perceived physically. The following are just suggestions, not an exhaustive list.

🎨 How could the emotion be expressed as a colour?

Grey, maybe. Slate grey. Or a muted petrol blue, perhaps.

🔊 How could the emotion be expressed as a sound?

Deep silence interrupted only by the sound of a ticking clock.

👋 How could the emotion be expressed as a physical action?

Your hand reaching to grasp for comfort out of habit and hope, fingers curling around something remembered, then dropping back to the coldness of the other side of the bed, empty.

🌄 How could the emotion be expressed as a weather condition or natural phenomenon?

The storm passed an hour ago, leaving only an occasional flurry of sleet that melts on contact with the window, sliding down the glass like tears. Outside, a tree that shed its leaves in autumn bows in tired silhouette against the halo of a single streetlight.

🏡 How could the emotion be expressed as a room?

Your nightstand holds the bottle of water you filled before trudging upstairs at midnight, your phone still plugged in even though the battery was full three hours ago, and the glasses you'll put on again as soon as you wake up after sleep eventually manages to swallow you. The nightstand on the other side of the bed holds a small tear-off calendar showing November eighteenth even though it's now January second and a book lying open and face-down with the spine sinking into itself. In the corner of the room, there's a chair with clothes carelessly draped over it a month and a half ago that you still can't bring yourself to put in the laundry. It's four o'clock in the morning and you'd give anything to hear breathing that wasn't your own.

You could try it for different emotions and different situations, in isolation and then connected to something you're in the process of writing.

How could anger, for example, be expressed differently in an office environment compared to a wilderness landscape? How could joy be shown in summer versus winter? How could fear be embodied in high fantasy compared to cyberpunk?

If relating environments to emotions doesn't click for you straight away, could you focus on single-sense experiences for a while? What colour is regret? What does anticipation taste like?

If you have synesthesia (hello, fellow synesthetes!) this could be a wild ride, but hopefully it'll also be fun and useful for anyone having difficulty connecting to the idea of show-don't-tell.

Happy writing! 💜

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𓅨 Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: Chapter Seven

Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: You've got narcolepsy and have been visiting the Dreaming daily for years. Then its Lord and King finally return and he doesn't know quite what to think of you.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Narcoleptic!Reader, for you dear @aralezinspace.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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As you stand at the edge of the lake, Morpheus' words echo in your mind. The peacefulness of the scene is interrupted by a gentle tug at your consciousness. The next moment, you find yourself back in the palace, surrounded by bustling staff.

They flutter around you, their excitement palpable. You catch snippets of their conversation as they work, their voices light and musical. A celebration. Dressing up. Well if they were so excited you’d go along with them!

"The celebration day in the market! It's always such a grand event."

"And we finally have someone to prepare for it!"

You can’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. One of them—a young woman with bright eyes and quick hands—gently guides you to a chair. She gestures for you to sit, her face alight with joy.

"We have something special for you," she says, her tone full of anticipation.

Another staff member brings out a dress unlike any you've ever seen. It's woven from stars and galaxies, the fabric shimmering and shifting as if alive. You reach out to touch it, feeling the cool, silky texture under your fingers.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, awe-struck.

The young woman beams at you. "It was crafted especially for this occasion. We thought it fitting for someone so unique."

They help you into the dress with practiced ease, each movement precise and gentle. As they fasten the last clasp, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror. The dress hugs your form perfectly, the celestial patterns swirling around you in an enchanting dance.

"How do I look?" you ask, turning to face them.

The staff step back to admire their work, their faces lighting up with pride.

"Like a dream," one of them says softly.

Another staff member approaches with a delicate tiara adorned with tiny stars that twinkle softly. You wanted to tell them that it was a little overboard, but they were so excited to tend to you, you didn't have the heart to say no. They place it gently on your head, adjusting it until it's just right.

"There," they say, stepping back once more. "Now you're ready."

The palace staff usher you outside, their excitement bubbling over. The bridge connecting the palace to the town is lined with lanterns that glow like captured fireflies, casting a warm, inviting light. You hurry across, eager to experience your first festival in the Dreaming. As you step into the market square, the air buzzes with life. Stalls stretch as far as you can see, each more fantastical than the last.

To your left, a vendor sells bottles filled with dreams. The glass containers shimmer with colors that shift and swirl, reflecting scenes of soaring through clouds or swimming with bioluminescent creatures in deep oceans. You watch as a child selects a bottle, her eyes wide with wonder. She uncorks it and is instantly enveloped in a soft, radiant glow.

"Best dreams in the land," the vendor boasts, his grin as wide as the sky.

Next to him, another stall offers nightmares. Unlike the dreams, these bottles are dark and opaque, their contents hidden from view. A hooded figure examines one carefully before nodding and exchanging coins for it.

"Why would anyone want a nightmare?" you wonder aloud.

The vendor catches your eye and smiles knowingly. "Not all nightmares are bad. Some teach us valuable lessons."

You continue down the row, drawn by the rich scent of exotic spices from a nearby stall. The vendor there waves you over enthusiastically.

"Try this," he urges, handing you a small pouch filled with vibrant red powder. "It's made from the dreams of ancient warriors."

You take a pinch and sprinkle it on your tongue. A rush of heat floods your senses, followed by visions of epic battles and heroic feats. Your heart races with adrenaline and you hand itches to snatch a blade from your waist and toy with it. A blade which you do not have.

"Impressive," you manage to say, breathless, looking down to double check that you indeed, do not have a sword or dagger hanging from the skirt of your dress.

Further along, a group of musicians plays instruments crafted from moonbeams and stardust. Their melodies weave through the air, enchanting everyone who hears them. You pause to listen, feeling the music resonate deep within your soul.

A little further down the path, an artist paints canvases with scenes from people’s dreams. Each brushstroke seems to bring the image to life—trees that sway in an unseen breeze, rivers that shimmer like liquid silver. You watch in awe as she transforms a blank canvas into a vivid dreamscape.

"Would you like me to paint yours?" she asks without looking up from her work.

You consider it for a moment before shaking your head gently. You didn't quite feel like yourself and didn't want a portrait to reflect that. "Not today."

She nods in understanding and continues painting.

As you wander through the market, you realize that every vendor offers not just goods but experiences—each one unique and deeply personal. You are so glad you decided to come. To think you might have missed this! The air hums with magic and possibility, making it clear why this celebration is so beloved by all who attend.

As you stroll through the bustling market, you catch a whiff of something sweet and buttery. Your stomach rumbles in response, reminding you that you haven't eaten since arriving in the Dreaming. Following the tantalizing aroma, you find a stall adorned with golden pastries. Each one sparkles as if dusted with tiny flecks of sunlight.

"Care to try one?" a gravelly voice asks.

You turn to see Mervyn standing behind the counter. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, a rare sight for someone usually so stern.

"Don't mind if I do," you reply, reaching for a pastry.

Mervyn chuckles and hands it to you with a flourish. "Golden flour, harvested from the fields of dawn. Best you'll ever taste."

You take a bite and your taste buds sing in delight. The pastry is warm and flaky, with a hint of honey that lingers on your tongue. Mervyn watches you with amusement as you savor each bite.

"Good, huh?" he asks, leaning against the counter.

"Better than good," you say between mouthfuls. Did golden flour actually have gold in it? The glimmering flecks were suspicious enough but the treat tasted so good! "Heavenly."

He grabs another pastry and breaks it in half, offering you one piece. You accept it gratefully, and proceed to gobble it down. As you finish the last crumb, something catches your eye. Across the square, half-hidden in shadow, stands Morpheus. His dark jacket billows slightly in the breeze, and his piercing eyes scan the crowd with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

Mervyn follows your gaze and grunts. "Always watching, never joining."

You nod absently, unable to tear your eyes away from Morpheus. He moves with an almost ethereal grace, slipping through the throng without drawing attention. For a moment, his gaze locks onto yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.

"He's got his reasons," Mervyn continues, pulling your attention back to him. "Always does." But is that not lonely?

You decide to go over to Morpheus and say hello so he isn't alone. Leaving the warmth of Mervyn's side, you weave through the crowd, each step bringing you closer to the Dream Lord that has occupied your thoughts since you have met him.

As you approach, Morpheus turns his head slightly, acknowledging your presence with a subtle nod. His eyes, dark as the night sky, hold a depth that makes you feel both seen and understood in ways words could never capture.

"Enjoying the festival?" he asks, his voice smooth and velvety, resonating with an otherworldly quality. His eyes drink in your figure, lingering on the dress you wear for the evening—a flowing, ethereal gown that seems to shimmer with the light of a thousand stars. His stars look so beautiful wrapped around your body.

You smile, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through you under his gaze. "I am. It’s beautiful, Morpheus. You’ve truly outdone yourself."

He steps closer, the space between you shrinking, his presence both magnetic and overwhelming. "Not as beautiful as you," he replies softly, his eyes tracing the lines of your dress. "The gown suits you exquisitely."

A rush of heat rises to your cheeks, the compliment making your heart flutter. "Thank you," you say, your voice a bit breathless. "It’s an honor to be here, to see the Dreaming like this. And this dress, I've never worn anything like it before, it's incredible," you reply, feeling a flutter in your chest. "But I noticed you standing here alone. Thought I'd keep you company."

A small smile tugs at the corner of the corner of his lips. "Your presence is appreciated."

You feel a flutter in your chest as his gaze lingers on yours, the intensity of his eyes making you feel like you're the only person in the crowded market square. His smile, though subtle, holds a hint of warmth that draws you in.

"Tell me more about this festival," you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "What's its significance in the Dreaming?"

Morpheus' eyes light up, and he leans in, his voice taking on a narrative quality. "The Festival of Dreams is a celebration of the Dreaming's power. It's a time when the veil between reality and the Dreaming is at its thinnest, allowing us to tap into the deepest desires of those who sleep."

As he speaks, his words paint vivid pictures in your mind. You can almost see the threads of the Dreaming weaving together, connecting the sleepers to the world of the awake. A shame they won't remember when they will wake.

"The festival has been celebrated for eons," Morpheus continues, his voice weaving a spell around you. "When my realm is at it's most powerful and dynamic."

You are captivated as Morpheus shares stories of the festivals that came before, at least when he was present. His fervor for his realm is contagious, and you feel yourself caught up in his excitement. A ruler that truly cared about his people, his realm.

As the night wears on, Morpheus glances up at the sky, his eyes locking onto something beyond the lanterns. "Come," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to show you something."

He offer's you his hand, and that makes your stomach flutter. It wasn't like you were anything special, just a narcoleptic dream walker.

Morpheus leads you away from the bustling festival, weaving through the crowd with a graceful confidence that only an Endless could possess. You follow closely, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation as you venture further into the realm.

The further you travel from the market square, the more the noise of the festival fades away, replaced by a silence that feels almost reverent. The only sound is the soft swish of your dress and Morpheus's footsteps as he guides you to an open field, where the stars above are reflected in the dewdrops on the grass. You are more than surprised that your heels have yet to cause you pain or discomfort.

"This way," he whispers, gesturing up at the sky.

Your eyes follow, and you gasp in awe as you take in the breathtaking sight before you. The sky above is ablaze with cosmic forces, nebulae and planets breaking apart and reforming in a dance as old as time itself. Well, almost, Father Time predated the cosmos, only just. The colors are unlike anything you've ever seen, shades of indigo and violet mingling with the warm hues of red and gold, casting an ethereal glow over the field.

Morpheus steps closer, his presence both magnetic and overwhelming. A true dichotomy. “This is the true power of the my realm," he murmurs, his voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the wind. "The forces that shape our world, and the worlds of those who sleep. Ever changing and remolding itself to the whims of humanity, much like sand.

You find yourself lost in the beauty of the cosmos, your heart pounding in your chest as you take it all in. Morpheus stands beside you, his gaze fixed on the sky. You can feel his warmth against your side, and the air between you seems to crackle with tension.

"You have a unique perspective," he says softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Most never get to see this world as it truly is."

His words hang heavy in the air, and you can't help but wonder what he means by "unique perspective." Is it because of your ability to walk between dreams? Or that you are mortal? Or is there something else?

Morpheus turns to face you, his eyes locking onto yours. "I am eternally grateful for what you did," he says, his voice low and husky. "When I could not help my people, you stepped in and saved them."

Your heart races at his words, and you feel a flush creeping up your neck. You had only been trying to help them; you never expected him to be so grateful. But there's something else in his eyes—something that makes your stomach flutter and your pulse quicken. Is it admiration? Or something more?

"Thank you," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to help."

Morpheus takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "There's more to it than that," he says softly. "You have a connection to this realm—a connection that goes beyond mere dreams."

Your heart skips a beat as he speaks, and you can't help but wonder what he means by that. Do you truly belong here—in the Dreaming—more than in the waking world? And if so, what does that mean for your future?

Morpheus reaches out and gently cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jawline. You feel a jolt of electricity pass between you as his fingers brush against your skin, and for a moment, everything else fades away except for the two of you standing beneath the stars above.

"You are special," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "And I want to show you just how special you are."

His words makes your stomach flip as he leans closer—so close that your lips are almost touching—and for a moment, everything else fades away except for the two of you beneath the cosmic dance above. Soft stardust shimmering down like a drizzle of rain. But before your lips can meet, Morpheus pulls back suddenly, leaving you breathless and confused. What the hell just happened? Had you really been about to kiss an Endless??

You wake up in bed for once.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you sit up, gasping for breath. The room around you is dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the moon through your window. Your fingers tremble as you reach up to touch your cheek, half-expecting to feel Morpheus' lingering touch.

But you're alone, in your bed, back in the waking world.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. The dream felt so real, so vivid. You can still feel the electric charge of Morpheus' presence, the warmth of his hand on your cheek. The memory sends a shiver down your spine.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, needing to shake off the remnants of the dream. Your room feels strangely empty, as if a piece of it is missing now that you're awake. You walk to the window and look out at the quiet street below, your mind still buzzing with the images of the festival and the cosmic dance in the sky.

As you gaze out at the night, you hear a soft rustling behind you. You turn quickly, half-expecting to see Morpheus standing there. But there's no one. Just your room, filled with shadows and moonlight.

You let out a sigh and run a hand through your hair. "Get a grip," you mutter to yourself. "you're narcoleptic not a hopeless romantic, it was just a dream."

Okay maybe you are a hopeless romantic….

But deep down, you know it was more than that. You've always had a connection to the Dreaming—a connection that feels stronger now than ever before. And Morpheus' words linger in your mind: "You are special."

You close your eyes and take another deep breath, trying to center yourself. When you open them again, you notice something on your nightstand—a small vial filled with shimmering dust. You pick it up carefully, turning it over in your hand.

"Stardust," you whisper, recognizing it from the festival.

How did it get here? Did Morpheus leave it for you? Or is this another trick of the Dreaming?

Your fingers tighten around the vial as a sense of determination fills you. If there's one thing you've learned from your journeys through dreams, it's that nothing happens by chance. Everything has meaning. Always.

You place the vial back on your nightstand and climb back into bed, pulling the covers up around you. As you close your eyes, you make a silent promise to yourself: you'll chase after whatever this is, regardless of your narcolepsy. Sleep comes quickly this time, pulling you back into its embrace like an old friend. And it is. The stars above twinkle softly as if whispering secrets just for you.

Date Published: 8/21/24

Last Edit: 8/21/24

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Crimson Stained Petals (Ch. 3)

Summary: Set in the 1880s, rumors and mysteries swirled around a quaint town, mostly about a lord tucked far into the woods. Arriving in town, you could not deny your curiosities, but you were not here to stay. Or so you thought. Low on funds, and a job for a live-in servant advertised in the paper, you now found yourself in the home of Lord Morpheus - the source of all rumors. Passions and tensions will grow. Questions will be answered, but may come at a hefty price. And a promise may be broken. But, is Lord Morpheus, and those few residents, truly as scary as they seem?

Words Count: ~4.7k

Reader: Neutral (unspecified now, however fem leaning)

Warnings: Minor angst (nightmare/hints of trouble past), mutual pinning, fluff

Chapter 2 and future chapters to come!

Strangely, time slipped by so easily. You were astounded when a week passed, then another. You never grew bored, you never glanced at the clock praying for Father Time to move faster. No, never. You truly found joy in your job, and with every day your curiosity for the manor grew.

You supposed your curiosity devoured away at your boredom. Questions and speculations ran rampant. Question you will have your answers to. You did not stay because the job was fairly easy and the pay was good. No, you stayed because something in your gut said to - and it only intensified when you first met Lord Morpheus.

For now, you pushed down such hunger.

Today, you only wished to relax.

Outside, on one of your days off, you lounged on the wooden bench under the willow tree on the backside of the property. Looking ahead, the rose maze stood and beyond that the dense, somewhat eerie forest. To the left was the greenhouse with an abundance of vegetables, and peering through the stained windows was a small cabin nestled into the woods - Mervyn’s cabin. But, as you stared at the greenhouse, movement caught your attention. A wide brimmed straw hat bounced around inside. It was Mervyn. At this distance, you couldn’t see his face, only the hat. You had yet to introduce yourself, and you wanted to do so. However, given Morpheus’s warning you didn’t wish to bother the poor man. You watched as the man watered and tended to the plants, but soon you turned your attention away letting the man work in peace.

A book laid in your lap, untouched. You had taken one out of the library - with permission of course - but suddenly had no interest in reading. Instead, you lost yourself in the outside world: the rustling of leaves, the excited chirps of birds and scampering squirrels, the breeze blowing across your cheeks, the faint aroma of roses which always hovered over the estate, and the flapping of wings from a crow - or a raven, you weren’t sure - over head.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Your eyes shot open and whipped your head around. Morpheus pushed through the willow’s thick curtain of branches, stepping into this oasis. He walked towards you with elegance: arms behind his back with the usual perfection and prestige. The sunlight streamed in through the branches and brushed over his cheekbones. His ruby - always pinned to his tie, no matter the outfit - glittered and glowed brightly like a treasure of old.

“May I?” He pointed to the empty space beside you.

“Oh, yes, please do.”

“Thank you.” He sat down next to you. His eyes flickered over, taking you in. You were such radiating warmth. No matter the time or day you were a light - a beacon in this dreary place. His breath was stolen time and time again. “Have you been enjoying your stay so far?”

You smiled, one that could melt any heart. “I have.”

“Hopefully, it hasn’t been too messy for you.”

You chuckled. “No, it’s only been dust.”

“That’s good to hear.” He nodded, pleased you were happy. His eyes soon fell to the book in your lap. “Did you not like it?”

“What? Oh, uh, no - I mean, I haven’t started it. I actually forgot I had it.”

“Did you?” His tone was one of amusement.

You glanced away, somewhat embarrassed. “It’s just so beautiful out here. I got a little distracted.”

“Distracted?” He glanced out to all the lush greenery. “No, not distracted, but admiring.”

You smiled to yourself. The manor was truly a dream, a wondrous dream filled with mystery and vibrancy. “I suppose I am,” you whispered. Your eyes slid through the willow’s branches to the rose maze. “Can I ask a question?”

“You may.”

“Why roses?” You turned to him.

“Do you not like roses?” He asked with a slight tease in his voice; a tease to hide the swell of pain.

“No, I do in fact they are the most beautiful roses I have ever seen. I suppose my question comes from the fact they are everywhere on the property. Why is that? Why roses specifically?”

He breathed out, slowly. His eyes locked onto the rose maze. “Someone showed me the beauty of flowers, but most of all the beauty of roses.”

You nodded.

“A home - wherever I go - never feels whole without their petals whether it be white, pink, or yellow. However, I grew particularly fond of red.”

Your eyes instantly dropped down to his ruby pin.

“This -“ he said, touching the gem after feeling your gaze - “was a gift from a different friend, and before the roses. I guess he saw my ruby and knew red roses would be a perfect match for me.”

He?

The mystery somehow unfolded, but tangled more intricately. Morpheus was a complicated person who held his emotions close to his chest. In over a month, you had not seen many emotions from him other than content on his stoic features. But, now, a flicker of something deeply profound flashed in his eyes.

You wanted to unravel the secrets. “Can I -“

Morpheus abruptly stood up, stepping a few feet from you. All you saw now was his backside. “If you ever have an interest I suggest you take a stroll into the maze. The roses in there are otherworldly.”

His tone was absolute and the message was clear: no more discussing the flowers.

“One day,” you replied. “But, I cannot lie and say I’m not a little afraid of getting lost in the hedges, sir.”

“Then perhaps one day I can show you.” He peered back over his shoulders to you. “If you so wish.”

Your eyes locked with his. Neutrality and ease was his mask, but his mask did not cover his eyes. The slight shine, the glaze of tears, were so clearly evident to you. He was hiding something, keeping something close to his chest. It pained him greatly, and you understood such pains.

“I would,” you answered softly.

He nodded once, “Then seek me out when you wish to do so.”

“Thank you.” You sighed as the sense of familiar pain - heartache - reminded you of something. “I need to ask you something, sir. Something unrelated to the conversation.”

He turned, finally able to face you directly again. He silently gestured for you to continue.

“I know it may be late to ask for this, but can I request the day off this coming Friday?”

Morpheus raised an eyebrow. Not out of malice, but out of genuine curiosity. “Can I inquire why?”

“To go into town for the day. I have a few things I need to do.”

You could ask Lucienne of what you needed, you both know of this. However, solitude was not for everyone. Morpheus understood this. “You may.”

“Thank you.”

“And please if you need to take off, ask. I will do anything to accommodate you.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, you stood up with the book in your hands. You approached him and lifted up the unread book. “I hope you don’t mind if I hold onto this a little longer.”

Morpheus smiled - small and almost unnoticed. “Please, take all the time you need.”

“And do give Mervyn my praise, he is doing a marvelous job.”

His smile grew as his eyes softened. “I will do so, I assure you he will be pleased to hear it.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” Staring at him, in the streaming sunlight as he smiled, he appeared so young and innocent for a brief moment. As if you peeled back the torments of life to see his true self. He was beautiful. Beautiful in a way the moons and stars are beautiful: ethereal and impossible to have. You smiled, “Good day, sir.”

“Good day to you.”

You walked away with the feeling of his eyes on you. A feeling that sent your heart into a tizzy.

Once you were out of sight - and the click of the back door confirmed it - Morpheus sighed, dropping his shoulders. Oh, he wanted you. The line, however, between wanting to taste the wine in your veins and to hold you dearly was getting blurred.

But, it was always like that. To feed was intimate and desires clashed.

When was the last time he fed from a mortal? Or taken a lover -

Oh.

Morpheus’s eyes darted to the rose maze.

He shook his head. Mortals wither and die, why tangle himself with another? Even if his heart walked first before his mind. He buried such thoughts and feelings, for now there was work to be done. Work always distracted his mind.

“Matthew?” Morpheus called out. The raven - which had been flying in dizzying circles above - swooped down into the willow tree. Morpheus had spotted the raven earlier, and knew Matthew’s curiosity would keep him close by.

Matthew settled onto a branch above Morpheus with a sheepish look. “Yes, boss?”

“Can you inform Mervyn that he has a new admirer of his work?” Morpheus peered up at the bird.

Matthew had not expected this. “Oh, uh, okay, boss.”

Before Matthew flew away, Morpheus spoke up, “And do keep in mind I do not need you always watching over me.”

Matthew laughed nervously. “Uh, yeah, got it.”

Matthew flapped his wings and soared the short distance to Mervyn’s cabin. Morpheus watched for a moment, but soon turned away to head back inside. His fingers reached up, and gently caressed the oddly warm ruby. Even with the charm, sunlight still caused some minor discomfort.

The week came and went, Friday was here in a blink. But, the day did not start as hopeful as you wanted. You stirred awake, a muffled pained whimper rumbled in the back of your throat. You inhaled sharply as a cold wave of fear washed over you. Instantly, you rolled over in bed now wide awake as whatever dream plagued you vanished in the morning sun. You couldn’t remember what you experienced, but it’s effect lingered behind.

You swung your legs, letting them dangle off the bed. You pressed a hand to your chest, feeling your racing heart. We’re safe. We will survive this. Exhaling slowly, you hopped out of bed to start the busy day you had planned.

You got dressed, and grabbed a bag for possibly any goods you intended on buying. You also made sure to slip your letter into your bag. Soon, you called for a carriage, one to take you to town and back.

As you waited, a voice called out. “Have fun today.”

You peered up the stairs to Morpheus at the top of them. “Thank you.”

Morpheus nodded, and walked away probably to his study.

The carriage arrived minutes after that, and took you into town. The town was quaint and had all the essentials with an addition of a few extra businesses. Carriages with horses trotted down the worn down street, people roamed about with to-do lists in mind. The bakery with its sweets and fresh bread wafted in the air, produce stands poked out on the sidewalk showing off all the delicious fruits and vegetables, and signs of all sorts advertised shops and their wares.

You finally spotted the post office by its flag waving in the wind by the front door. You immediately veered in, and thankfully no one else was here. There was a single worker behind the counter. The young gentleman glanced over and greeted you, “Morning.”

“Morning,” you replied and approached the counter.

He leaned forward on the counter. He squinted faintly at you, almost as if recognition, but he couldn’t decipher where he saw you before. “What can I do for you?”

You pulled out a letter from your bag. “I just need this letter sent, please.”

He nodded, taking the letter. You were about to leave when the worker spoke up, now having remembered you. “You live at that manor up on the hill, don’t you?”

You were the newcomer who found themself in the - unfortunate in the eyes of some - care of the lord on the outskirts of town.

You calmly replied, “I do.”

The worker shuffled around, digging into baskets before producing a letter. “For the lord, your boss. It’ll save me a trip.”

And trouble.

You plucked the letter from the man’s grasp. It was addressed to Lord Morpheus, and sent from Sir Robert Gadling. You safely tucked the letter into your bag. “Thank you, and have a good day.”

“Good day to you.”

The worker watched you leave. A few thoughts crossed his mind: why did you go work at the manor, why did the supposed lord lock himself away, and why was the town scared of a recluse anyway? He brushed all those thoughts away, why dwell on an old man anyway?

The next on your to-do list was to visit the bookshop. It was easy to spot, and it surprised you to see a few people - with books in hand - walking out despite being this early in the day. Stepping inside, the bell chimed, altering the now empty space.

“Give me a minute, and I will assist you shortly!” A voice shouted from the back.

You smiled at the familiar voice. “Take your time.”

The bookshop was long and narrow with a checkout counter upfront by the door. Bookshelves lined the walls up to the ceiling and each wall had a ladder on a tram. In the middle, there was another shelf with an abundance of books. You walked forward, being dragged in.

All the books were neatly aligned with not a speck of dust, and the spines were all in perfect condition. Your fingers gently traced over the spines as you strolled back. The only sunlight came from the frosted glass by the front entrance, both sides were hugged tightly by other buildings and shops. Yet, a warmth radiated. It reminded you of the library at the manor: cozy and filled with endless possibilities.

When you reached the end of the store, a door was cracked leading to a backroom. Before you could possibly take a peak, Lucienne came out and shut the door behind her. Her eyes swiveled around and landed on you. Surprise crossed her features.

“Oh, (Y/N), I wasn’t expecting you,” she said.

“I know, but I had a few things I wanted to do in town and I wanted to stop by the shop to see what it was like.”

She smiled. “And what do you think?”

“Wonderful and cozy.” You glanced over, taking it all in again. “And perfectly clean.”

She chuckled, “Thank you.”

You roamed around the bookshop. “Maybe I should visit more often.”

“It would be nice to see a kind familiar face.”

“And if you want I could see if I can lend a hand here. I have no doubt you are doing a tremendous job, but if you want I’ll be happy to help.”

Lucienne smiled. “Thank you, I might do that.”

“Please do.” You leaned towards her and joked, “I can only dust the same spot over and over before getting rather bored.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Is that so?”

“Just don’t tell Lord Morpheus,” you winked.

“Never.”

You laughed. You spoke with Lucienne somewhat frequently since your stay, but not as often as you wished. She was always stuck here, while you were in the manor. And when the weekend came she was by Morpheus’s side discussing business or in her room. If you did cross paths, you chatted as if you were long childhood friends. Lucienne was easy to get along with and you adored her. She was a friend everyone should have.

“Please, if there are other things you wish to do in town, you may go,” she said. “I do not want to hold you up.”

You smiled teasingly, “I do believe you are kicking me out.”

She matched your smile and jokingly replied, “Maybe. I may have my own list I need to complete before the end of the day.”

You laughed, “Then I will leave you to it, I will see you later.”

“Good day, and have fun.”

“I will, thank you.”

After leaving the bookshop, you wandered town for a while. You popped into a few shops, bought a few things, but mainly took your time out to stretch your legs. But, as the sun began to dip again, you decided it was best to return back.

After the short carriage ride, you finally stepped back inside the manor after almost all day away. You breathed it in, and oddly felt at home. You nearly went straight to bed, but the letter for Morpheus weighed in your bag. It would be best to give it to him now. Changing trajectory, you walked up the stairs, and knocked on the study room.

Yet, no reply came.

“Sir? Lord Morpheus?” You called out.

“(Y/N)?”

You spun around to the other side of the hall. Morpheus stood in the doorway of his bedroom - a room you had only entered once before.

With a bucket of cleaning supplies in hand, you hesitantly opened the bedroom door. It was only your first week, but you decided to finally tackle his room first this morning. Stepping inside, you were immediately taken back.

It was extravagant.

To the left, there was a large king sized bed with an ornate canopy and curtains tied to posts. It was draped in a velvet black with embroidered silver patterns as well as tassels. The sheets appeared to be silk and dozens of pillows filled the bed. Stepping in further, another door was to the left which was for the bathroom. To the right, you opened yet another door. It was a massive closet filled with the finest, up to fashion clothes.

You swiftly shut the door and scanned the room.

Two large floor to ceiling windows shone with the morning light. A fireplace - wide mouth with a pile of ash left behind - was placed perfectly between the two windows. Two couches and a table surrounded the fireplace along with a gorgeous soft rug. Art and tapestry hung on the walls and any free space, but you noted oddly no bookshelves or a desk.

A man who clearly separated his work, or a man who hardly rested.

It was a room for royalty. A room made in Morpheus’s image. His style permeated throughout. Inhaling, it smelled of him: paper and ink with hints of roses.

It was him.

Morpheus, standing in his bedroom doorway, was wrapped in a black robe. He tugged on the belt, tightening it. “You called for me?”

“Right, yes, I did.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts. You walked forward, and realized his hair was slicked back and wet. Water droplets still clung to his face. He had just gotten out of the bath. A heat rose to your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to -“

“Please, you called and I wanted to answer. If you need something, please ask,” he stated calmly.

You looked away from him to your bag. Fishing around, you produced the letter. “While in town, I stopped by the post office and there was a letter for you.”

“A letter? From who?”

“From Sir Robert Gadling.”

That stirred a reaction from him. He perked up. “May I see the letter?”

“Of course.” You passed it over.

Morpheus swiftly opened the envelope, and read the contents within it. You stayed put during all of this. Internally, you said you stayed because your lord did not dismiss you, but curiosity was far more powerful.

He scoffed, a light hearted laugh.

“Can I ask what it is about?” You tentatively stepped forward.

Formalities were forgotten.

Morpheus rolled his eyes at the letter, shaking his head. Droplets of water rained out of his hair. “My dear old friend has invited me to a party.”

You cocked your head.

“And he included I should bring a date or and I quote ‘someone besides your wonderful assistant and friend, Lucienne’.”

You snickered under your breath.

A smile twitched on his lips at the sound of your laughter. Shaking away the stirring of emotions, he tucked the letter back into the envelope.

“So will you go?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Perhaps, if my schedule allows it.”

“Or if you feel you are up to such dull gatherings.” Morpheus enjoyed his work, but you knew when work was an excuse for something else. You told yourself those same lies, and still do.

Morpheus looked at you. A spark, akin to respect and awe, twinkled in his eyes. He admired your honesty and forthrightness. Most, besides Lucienne, never dared to speak so plainly to him. He loved it, loved your courage. You always seemed to surprise him, and the longer you stayed the more your true self shone.

“I suppose that too,” he hummed with a smirk ghosting his lips.

You chuckled. “I’m sorry if I was overstepping -“

“No, no, I told you to be honest with me.”

You smiled softly. “I will let you go, sir. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You walked away with a giddy childlike smile, even as you crawled into bed the smile stayed.

For the next few days, you lived in joyous serenity. You worked, and frequently chatted with Morpheus and Lucienne. You were happy in your new role.

However, happiness and peace was always short-lived.

You were hiddened.

They couldn’t - shouldn’t - find you, right? Oh, but maybe they could hear you?

Yes, they could.

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath as you constantly gasped your air. With each chaotic pump of your heart, air became less and less as your lungs squeezed it all out. A whimper escaped your lips. You tucked yourself into the corner of the claustrophobic space. Your hands covered your ears as you desperately tried to focus on calming your breathing, and not on their screams and pleas.

It was all so loud.

Make it stop, you begged. Please, make it stop. Make it stop, make it stop -

A footstep - a thunderous stomp - thudded.

Your breath hitched, the last of your precious air taken.

The footsteps echoed and shook the foundation with every slow crawl towards you.

Go away. Please, I want -

You gasped, lurching up in bed. You clutched the front of your nightshirt, feeling your heavy pounding heartbeat. You gulped for air and tried to calm your screaming nerves.

It was just a dream.

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh. Your whole body buzzed with adrenaline. It was taut like a coiled snake. A gust of wind blew over the manor, causing a chorus of groans and high pitched creaks. You jolted. You cursed under your breath. A walk and a drink may help. Throwing off the sheets, you stepped out of your room to the kitchen on the other side of the manor.

Morpheus quietly shut the door to the basement behind him and locked it. He sighed, exhaustion was evident in his slouched stance. However, before he could turn to head to you, you shuffled by. Your footsteps were eerily silent as you glided by. The only noise he heard was your erratic heartbeat, the only presence he sensed was how your blood rushed violently through your veins.

He was instantly overwhelmed by you, by your fear.

It prickled across his skin like needles. His throat constricted. He nearly clamped his hand over his mouth and plugged his nose to block out the scent of you.

As you shuffled by the double doors, moving through the dining room to get to the kitchen, you paused - frozen like a caught deer. You whipped your head, looking directly at Morpheus hidden in the darkness. “Lord Morpheus?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing up?”

He cleared his throat, pushing down such carnal and painful hunger. “I was about to ask you the same.”

“Oh, right.” You sighed, heavily. “I need a drink.”

“And so do I.”

Why was he lying? Well, not entirely. He didn’t need a drink, but given the chance he would happily drink from you.

A forced lopsided smile crossed your lips, “Care to join me?”

“Lead the way.”

You laughed once, short and strained, and followed the hall to the massive kitchen. Without being asked, you prepared yourself and Morpheus a drink - a cup of cold water. You passed it over to him, and leaned against the large cutting table in the center of the room. Sipping on the water, the bitter coldness sent a reset to your overalert system.

Morpheus watched you, entranced by something, something you were not sure of. His eyes always seemed to break you down to your barest components. Yet, you did not look away. You met his eyes in a silent challenge.

A small smile twitched on his lips. He hid it by sipping his water. “So, can I ask why you are up so late?”

“To get a drink as I told you.”

“I don’t quite believe that.”

Your heart leapt in your throat, and your muscles were still unbelievably tense. Was it so obvious? You glanced away. In an instance, you regressed. You were a child again, a frightened child.

Say something, don’t say anything.

Your face momentarily scrunched up in frustration then sighed loudly and admitted, “I … I had a nightmare.”

Morpheus frowned. He set the cup down and approached you. “There is no shame in having a nightmare.”

You tightened your grip on your cup. It did. You had gotten over these pesky nightmares, they hadn’t plagued you in a few years. But, you are here in a new and strange place. “I know.”

Hands reached out, tender and soft. He carefully removed the cup from your hands, and placed it on the table behind you. He took your hands in his with your palms up. His thumbs gently grazed over your lifelines. In a few strokes, your body fell under his calming hypnotic touch. The tension immediately melted away.

“Nightmares make us face our truest fears in order to grow and make changes.” Morpheus’s voice was so soothing and spellbinding. His eyes flickered up, connecting with yours. “And sometimes the fear can be too overwhelming that it will cause more damage. But, others - family, friends, loved ones - can lend a hand to help. Is there anyone who you can call on?”

“No,” you breathed out. His thumbs continued to rub your palm, sending sparks of electricity over your skin. “Well, my uncle but we only communicate by letter and he lives far away, at least a few days' journey.”

Morpheus nodded. Oh my, having you in his grasp was dizzying. All of his senses were filled with you. You were so close. He could taste you, kiss you, devour you. However, right now, he would settle on calming your heart and for you to sleep peacefully tonight.

“What can I do for you?” He asked genuinely.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, uh, nothing sir - I … I -“ What were you trying to say? What were you feeling?

“If you need anything, do not be afraid to ask.”

You struggled to answer, struggled to understand. “I’m sorry.” You yanked your hands away from him. “I think I just need to go to bed. Thank you for your help, but I have taken enough time from you already.”

You slipped away.

Morpheus opened his mouth to call out, but a name was lodged in his throat. It wasn’t your name. Stunned, he silently watched as you darted out of the kitchen leaving him alone.

Him, the fading remnants of you, and the ever looming ghost.

He sighed, clenching his hands. He knew better, and yet it was as if he forgot, as if he didn’t already deal with such devastating heartbreak, as if he didn’t care about the pain and let himself be drawn into you.

You rushed into your room just as breathless as you left. Your skin still held his memory. You can’t be doing this, you cannot be doing this. You paced your room, confused and conflicted. You knew better, yet lines were getting warped and pushed. Lines you never dared to cross, but the world decidedly had other plans.

No.

I cannot do this.

You darted over to your dresser and pulled out the small bag. Reaching inside and pushing aside other items, you pulled out a small folded picture. You unfolded it seeing a picture of a couple with a child - your parents and yourself. You pressed the worn photo, with its yellowed edges, to your chest. A wave of reassurance and ease washed over you, like an actual hug from them.

You promised them.

And you wouldn’t forget.