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[desireoftheendless]

moving over to @spacereflected

[peacereflecteda]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 heed of a creature he never thought he'd have the privilege of interacting with. but its advice comes at a time when destruction knows, can feel, the way sibling is hurting. it's none of his business, truly, and he knows others might try to dissuade him from such a pursuit with that platitude itself ; but destruction knows better. it's been too long since he's seen any of his siblings, and he does feel the grief of separation for so long.

even if it's been his own bidding, he's allowed his conflicted feelings about the ones he left behind when he abandoned his post. he hadn't been thinking clearly of the consequences then ; and while most of it has been fine, the last time he didn't intervene, his brother was held for over a century in a glass cage. so destruction vowed that he would do something the next time a sibling was in need.

it's clear that desire does just by the expression they wear on features, tired and almost vacant-seeming, an eerie sight to see on a face which once held so much life. it pains destruction to see his sibling like this, and he makes internal commitment to stay until desire is back on their feet. he owes them at least that much, but this isn't done out of a sense of obligation -- he cares for them, despite what they might think after his apparent desertion. they're so out of it that they don't notice him trying to get their attention until he's stepping in front of them, making them bump straight into his chest.

destruction arches brows and looks down at sibling, seeing the surprise on their features morph into something darker. and he'd predicted such a reaction, and he knows he deserves it ; he'd caused them pain by leaving. they ask what he wants and destruction gives slow shake of his head, slightly saddened smile on features. ❝ not as i bid of you, sibling of mine. i never wanted to see you like this. you look like you've been through hell. ❞ his voice is gentle as he reaches a hand out to caress along their arm, tentative touch to test the waters. ❝ i'm here to see you, and to talk, desire. will you allow me this visit ? ❞

[desireoftheendless]

" would that i had, brother, i might have found-- no. " they want so desperately to believe that he does care-- someone has to care. they know despair does; but her absence is felt keenly. to see him now is suspicious; who had summoned destruction? who could? delirium, perhaps-- but they haven't seen her since the last time she was looking for him; so perhaps that is the less likely option.

desire of the endless looks down to their arm where he touches it, skin prickling under his hand as ears flatten to their head. they aren't over-fond of being touched lately; but art the same time it's all they want. connection. the loss of their husband had tore the heart from them and the realisation of growing feelings for the corinthian have scared what little there was left to the core. they're yet to move away though. "all of y-- them. they all want me to fulfil my function, so i'm doing just that. is that not enough? nothing ever is, is it? not for dream. " they're bitter, they're tired. they've had enough. they've given enough--and now they're feeling this and desire just wants to run.

" why now? after all these years-- why now do you care about me? you left. they left-- he-- he left me. " they waver, and then there's a smaller, cold hand resting on their arm, above destruction's. fingers press into the flesh below, nails threatening to press further as they're forced to face the emotions again. "-- and now it's going to happen again. dream will find out that i've found some modicum of happiness and they will tear it down. they will seek to ruin it out of spite because all i am to them is the catalyst of all their failed relationships. all i am is my function-- "

[peacereflecteda]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. despite dream's attempt to guide sibling back out the door with simple disapproval, younger endless stays resolutely in place, voice getting higher and more intense with each word said. the crowd is sizeable at this point, and someone has stopped the music to watch the encounter. the guests all know who this is -- desire of the endless is as notorious as sibling dream, even without hosting all the galas that eldest does. hands clench into fists at sides as sibling begins to berate them in front of their audience, turning to others in an effort to humiliate him. dream feels the heat under their collar of being called out as such, but doesn't let the faint prickling of guilt in the back of mind surface.

they've perfected their approach to dealing with desire in the millennia that they've all existed. dismissal at first, of other's emotional state, in vague wave of hand at desire's words, trying to show that they're not phased when they're anything but. they've never seen desire so incensed and know the lives of all the guests are at stake with such anger. the crowd murmurs at their revelations and morpheus purses lips, opens mouth to say something -- when suddenly there's a force against them like nothing they've ever felt before. it winds around him, seeping and sinking in to skin before he can try to stop it -- and it feels like swallowing awful, the sense of dread that accompanies desire's statement.

❝ desire ! ❞ elder endless says finally, tone sharp, tongue curling around cruel syllables. ❝ how dare you show up here only to use your power against us. you're acting a petulant child as always, sibling of ours. it's unbecoming of someone of your stature. ❞ arms cross over chest, defensive and unable to admit wrong-doing, even as the guests begin to leave with disgusted looks in his direction. ❝ we gave him back to you. you are acting ungrateful for our service. ❞

[desireoftheendless]

" would you rather i spill family blood, morpheus? would that suit you better? " they hiss, venemous. painted nails dig into hands as the guests leave, a distraction. something to feel other than this. they truly are alone in all of this. despair hasn't responded to them, their other siblings are either absent, sided with dream or too harsh a reminder of what they are heading toward for them to go to. their lover doesn't remember them-- and so they stand, the monarch of desire a symbol of love, the loneliest of the endless, once again.

" i dare, dream! i dare, because you have taken everything from me. you speak of gratitude yet all you've done these past eons is take, take and take! when will it be enough? " they bite back, tail thrashing furiously. dangerously. black ears are pinned back, their hackles are well and truly up. desire of the endless folds their arms, digs nails into their own arms to keep themself grounded. or as grounded as they can be.

they're tired. they're so, desperately tired and he can't see beyond what he's seen them as for the last few billion of years. they refuse to back down, continuing. "will it be enough if i am dead and gone? when you are truly rid of me, or will it continue into the next iteration, for all eternity? " desire has no want to die, as such, but they feel he wants nought short of that. "would you rather i disappear as our brother did? "

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless asked: " you don't get to tell me about sad. "

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 they entered the party is anything to go by. desire slams the door open and the music playing in the background does nothing to muffle their loud exclamation. morpheus goes over to try to contain the chaos, but it seems that sibling only gets more incensed upon seeing him. they bare their teeth and snap at him and dream doesn't think they've ever been so obnoxiously bold before. just another reason to disregard their petulance. ❝ sibling of mine, ❞ dream says after a moment, and a crowd starts to form around them, drawn in by the sense of drama unfolding. ❝ i'm going to have to ask you to leave. you were not invited, and even if you were-- you're scaring the guests. ❞ there's a glance around at those watching; it's clear that morpheus is anxious about a public spectacle. he's never been one to air out dirty laundry, especially with desire. ❝ why did you come ? to ruin things ? ❞

[desireoftheendless]

of course they're angry. their sibling has given them the corinthian back, but only a shadow of it. the nightmare scarcely knows who they are, and somehow that's worse than the grief that had overcome them when dream had taken him from them. the king of dreams has the gall to patronise them. even desire has never sunk so low as this. even they are not so blatantly cruel to him. " you don't get to tell me i'm ruining things. you do that more than enough for the seven of us. as for scaring your guests, dream lord, " their tone is mocking, chiding "-- what would they think if i told them exactly what you are like? showed them their benevolent king for what he is? a calculating, cruel, self serving monster who can't admit responsibility for their own shortcomings? " they look on to the crowd briefly, who seem intrigued. " that's right, darling guests, the dream king is but a facade for something far more monsterous. i made one mistake, billions of years ago, and now they blame me for all their failed relationships because that's easier than admitting they're the cause. it's took until now for him to take revenge though! first he destroys my lover, and now that he has 'recreated ' them-- he's ensured i'm still alone! " i'm still alone. glass heart is shattered beyond repair. dream of the endless has destroyed their sibling - they have cracked - he has taken the love from them. wild tawny hues turn back to their brother, and the monarch of desire ignores the shocked murmurs that ripple through the crowd. power surges, radiating from them tenfold that of what they'd use on a mortal. the room trembles. " i swear it on the first circle, DREAM OF THE ENDLESS, you shall know love, you will feel secure in it and then you will inevitably mess it all up AS YOU ALWAYS DO. you will wonder why it ALWAYS happens, and then you will remember -- you are incapable of loving. "

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless asked: [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 is the only warning that the king of dreams gets before he's being roughly shoved and pinned against the wall of his castle. desire had come into his realm for this show of power, but dream can hardly say he's blameless. the entire reason for this visit, he suspects, is previous act of uncreating their nightmare, the corinthian. dream had been aware of the affair that desire and the corinthian had together -- however, he didn't realize just how devoted this affair was. for the motion seems to have drawn desire's genuine anger, an expression that morpheus has hardly ever seen on sibling's features. ❝ desire, ❞ the eldest endless says after a moment, unafraid and disapproving of such a show of emotion. ❝ release your grip on our person. and use your words, sibling. to what do we owe this visit ? ❞

[desireoftheendless]

fury driven by grief is nothing new to the endless, but it is new to desire. seldom do they allow it to overtake them entirely - but this has built for eons. they come into his realm & wordlessly do they use their strength against him. they're smaller in stature, but desire has the same strength all siblings have. they hold dream there, wet golden eyes fixed on starry ones with nothing short of pure, unrelenting hatred. "you gave your blessing. you gave your blessing and you knew. " their voice wavers with the implication-- losing their first lover had sent them off the rails. they tremble with the effort of maintaining themself. desire's fingers dig into their older sibling's shoulders. hard enough to bruise were they capable, but not enough to drawn blood. voice raises, and they grow in size. " you knew and still you took him. what did i do, this time? what did i do to draw your ire, big brother? " a shove, hard and deliberate, is delivered. they don't release him, nor do they relent to that look of disapproval. " you're going to remake him-- exactly the way he was. you're going to bring him back. " their fingers curl more into the cloth of dream's coat, tears threatening to spill. " bring him back- " they swallow past the lump in their throat. grief is an inconvenience right now. they do all they can to cast it aside. " -- or i will become the monster you think i am. you will never know peace. "

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless  asked : [ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 time either has uttered those words , and they make corinthian's hips stutter against where he's fucking them slow and languid , holding elegant legs up along his chest . there aren't any glasses for him to hide the widening of ocular mouths , nothing to mask how mouths start to salivate at such a confession . the nightmare gives a soft , pleased chuckle and leans down to steal a kiss , fleeting and rough , smiling against lover's mouth . ❝ say it again , desire . ❞ he felt a shudder of other's power run through him at the confession ; he longs to feel it again , to hear it fall from their lips once more .

[desireoftheendless]

it's a dangerous confession for them to make, but given how their realm pulses around the pair, desire sees no sense in concealing what is plain to feel in the air that surrounds them. he allows for them to loosen their grip on reins they hold so close, permitting fractions of their power to flow through. " mmm, did you not hear me, sweet thing? " they croon, biting back a groan as he fills them so deliciously with each slow, easy roll of his hips. the reaches up, tangles their fingers together and tightens around him deliberately, though that only sees them giving a breathy moan. " i said- " yes. there. their eyes close as he finds the perfect angle. it takes them a moment to speak again. "-- i love you, corinthian. "

[peacereflecteda]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 by the tone that desire uses that the thought terrifies them , and desire of the endless is rarely scared of anything . it's understandable , given what the nightmare knows about delirium , who used to be delight , from what their creator has told them . and they feel for desire's fear , though they rarely feel for anything ; desire has a special spot in their glass-fashioned heart . ❝ i would love you just the same , ❞ the corinthian says firmly , and looks down at them at the way their hands rest on lapels of his cream-colored jacket . the nightmare can't help the way it smiles , bold and beaming , at the endless' words . to be wanted like such , to be possessed ; he's only ever known ownership from dream , and had detested it until meeting desire . this endless treats him as a genuine being with wants and needs of its own ; and for their trouble , they receive an almost obsessively-minded nightmare's affection . ❝ all yours , darlin' . nothing's gonna change that . ❞

[desireoftheendless]

the assurance of his love for them, even if they were to crack as delirium had, feels nice-- though desire finds it hard to wrap their mind around. for one who provides so much love, they rarely feel it themself & nightmare gives it so freely to them. their fingers curls around the lapels, a display of uncertainty, as their thumbs brush the material. golden hues trail up to meet ocular mouths, and in seeing that smile-- they smile a little too. " nothing? " they echo, and their grip loosens. " not even my brother? "

[desireoftheendless]

it was bound to happen, wasn't it? after losing their husband, desire of the endless has spent much of their time in the threshold. the only people permitted to enter have been their twin - who avoids them because she cannot stand the taste of their despair - and the corinthian, whom they had formed something of a bond with. it's that bond that causes this change in them; they grow more distant than they have been these past months. throw themself in to their function more.

desire is low already - they don't need their older sibling's help in driving them down further. so they do as he desires; they become all that he says they are. their function. nothing more, nothing less.

it's him they think is standing in front of them when they run into something solid, only the chest is too broad, the hair too red & voice too deep. they ball their hands into firsts in preparation to push, to hit at whatever it is that is in their way, but then tawny eyes land on destruction & desire, for the first time, stops.

destruction. the prodigal. why is he here? the endless looks around frantically, searching-- seeking other siblings. they're not there. their mind supplies a litany of reasons he might be here & none of them are chance. after he'd abandoned them so long ago, why show up now? why care now, when they've started doing as dream wanted? they're fine. it's all fine-- there's no danger here. they're only causing little problems with the sheer amount of power they're letting loose.

world leaders getting their every desire, everyone wins the lottery-- that lady who had her husband cheat on her exacting revenge--- it's all . . . it's fine. so why, then, is he here? what could he possibly want with them, of all beings? their greeting is cold, but there's no enmity behind it. they're too tired.

" i'm doing as you all bid me, what do you want, prodigal? "

[peacereflecteda]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑 that lover releases rattles in the nightmare's mind as hips slow through orgasm , rocking meaningfully against other . the corinthian rumbles deep in his chest as he comes down from the high , saliva dripping from ocular mouths as each pair of lips presses gentle , feather-like kisses along desire's skin . the nightmare drapes over them , feeling the delicate patterns they trace over his skin as he comes down , breath settling after such exertion . he chuckles at desire's agreement , the way they're confident in their strengths ; the corinthian leans in to nuzzle along their cheek , and hears them inhale as if they're cherishing his scent .

he pauses at their request , their whispered plea that grows stonger with second statement ; corinthian looks down at desire and sees the genuine want in their expression . plenty of mortals have begged for this before , but this is different ; desire saying this is an admittance of his power , and he's never felt as elated at such a recognition . nightmare gives a nod and settles over them , propping self up on elbows as skin meets skin . ❝ not going 'nywhere , desire . gonna stay right here . ❞ he doesn't even try to move out of them , even as he feels self grow softer after orgasm . ❝ i'm not leaving you . ❞

[desireoftheendless]

the shifting of their bodies causes the endless to release a soft breath, airy against the corinthian's shoulder. they're tucked so neatly together, curled around one another, and desire doesn't want to move. as they both come down from their respective highs, desire gazes up at him & listens to him speaking. desire is glad for confirmation of his intent to stay and leans up to kiss the nightmare in response. they're sure their brother would never allow this; but after eons of hatred, desire feels like they're long overdue being able to feel loved.

when they pull back from the kiss, desire runs a thumb over the corinthian's lip, then their cheek. he's beautiful & masterpiece is a word desire would use to describe it, but not so much in the same way their brother would. not in the sense that the corinthian is naught but a creation, naught but its function. they see one another & in vulnerable moments like this, that's all that matters. " good... " they praise & respond all in one. they feel blissfully relaxed, so much so that they almost think that this is what sleepy would feel like.

" good. "

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless asked : desire becomes surrender. surrender becomes Power.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 experience and the corinthian feels the urge to honor that , knowing such a statement is an important message from them . lithe fingers curl along desire's jaw , the nightmare giving a soft hum in thought as he contemplates responding . ❝ there's nothing wrong with surrendering . . . to the right person , ❞ corinthian drawls , dragging light touch along their neck and down their chest . ❝ it does feel like power , when you let me take control . ❞ it goes without saying that it's the first time the nightmare has been permitted such control ; Dream would never allow it . ❝ you know that i never take it for granted , desire . ❞

[desireoftheendless]

& perhaps there is nothing wrong with it, but desire doesn't know anything other than being the one holding the reins. always the possessor, never the possession. they tell themself they like it that way . . . but will never admit how lonely it feels. tawny hues follow the nightmare's hand down their chest, pale and exposed, before they trail back up to the ocular mouths of the corinthian. they wet their lips, dragging it down for a slow kiss. " i know. " unlike others, corinthian sees desire. knows how it is to feel their brother's ire for insignificant slights & things that aren't one's fault. " you never have. not like them. "

[peacereflecteda]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐆 𝐓𝐎 his hair makes him groan against their skin , sending a spike of arousal down spine . their nails scrape along his scalp and the nightmare pants against lover's neck as desire urges him to the edge , just as he had done for them . the corinthian isn't used to this kind of intensity while fucking ; would call this something else entirely , with how desire holds him , how they look at him like he's a trophy they've just won . other lifts to kiss him and the corinthian gives soft growl as they bite bottom lip , pulling back to make eye contact and the nightmare is so close he can taste it .

❝ right there for you , desire -- ! ❞ loud snarl releases with his orgasm as it hits him hard ; hips snap against lover's as he rides through it , latching onto their shoulder with his teeth . the corinthian shivers as he comes down , feeling like he'd been scrubbed raw with vulnerability , and carefully lets go of desire's skin , held between teeth . ❝ you're . . . incredible , ❞ he murmurs against them .

[desireoftheendless]

desire watches their nightmare, unable to take their warm, golden eyes off him as he chases that same peak. the snap of its hips against theirs makes the endless whine, whimper and bite their lip. it's not painful; it's raw and it's overstimulating and fuck, do they love it and crave it. he bites into their shoulder and they shudder, arms hooking around the nightmare to soothe them through the aftershocks with fingers trailing ancient patterns on his back. their nose nudges against the corinthian's shoulder, lips pressing to the same spot they'd kissed and bit at to initiate this.

" mmmh, i know. " they're confident in themselves in this sense-- it's other areas they're not. vulnerability is one of the areas they're not confident in & as they inhale the familiar scent of their lover, desire tries to not let it terrify them. " stay. " they whisper into the crook of his neck, unsure it he'll hear. their legs loosen, falling so their feet rest on the bed. " i want you to stay. "

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless asked : “ my world is shrouded in darkness. always has been. but you … you bring a little bit of light into it. ”

𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 , pleased at such a statement from lover , unprompted and utterly sincere ; the corinthian can tell when desire means to lie to him , and this isn't one of those times . nightmare presses closer at the confession , raising a hand to cup the endless' cheek , feeling as always the heady effect of being close to them wash over him . corinthian leans into it , into them and the feeling , allowing mouth to curl into smile . ❝ y'know , if anyone else heard you say that to me , they would think desire of the endless had gone mad . ❞ he says softly from main mouth , glasses discarded , as he sees no use for them around desire . ❝ i like it . i'll be that for you for as long as you'll have me . ❞

[desireoftheendless]

" perhaps i went mad a long time ago. perhaps I've cracked like my dear sister. "a genuine fear of theirs confessed by way of a joke as the endless leans into his touch. truth be told, desire of the endless has not indulged in these sorts of thoughts for millennia. they don't often feel the things they are monarch over. their hands slide easily down, resting over the lapels of its jacket. they smooth over it with their thumbs. they'll steal this later - his jacket - and vehemently deny it when they're caught wearing it. " i intend to have you for a very long time, " especially now that their brother, his creator, has given reluctant blessing. " you are mine. " and i am yours.

[peacereflecteda]

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 he's asking of them when he urges them to come undone for him . he's wound them up and around his fingertips , and now he seeks for them to release it all ; he doesn't know what that will look like , but nightmare is eager to find out , to experiment with lover . there's nothing endless can do to hurt him here , and no one else is around to be affected ; just them and the sounds he expertly pulls out of them . the corinthian feels their legs tighten around his waist and he gives a smirk as they swear ; he finds that spot inside and concentrates on hitting it with each thrust , rocking hard and deep inside them .

their back arches deliciously and one of his hands moves to run over their bare chest , thumb circling nipple as he watches them near the edge . ❝ you're so damn beautiful , ❞ nightmare breathes before they're leaning up to kiss him , and then whining their pleasure into his mouth . he can feel them come undone , the headiness of it making lush realm throb around the two lovers , a sensation the corinthian can only liken to a heartbeat . ❝ that's it , gorgeous . i've got you , desire , ❞ corinthian purrs with satisfaction as thrusts slow and he leans down to nibble along their jawline . ❝ look at you . glowing like a fuckin' painting . ❞

[desireoftheendless]

teeth on their jawline make desire shiver, one hand trailing back up to tangle in his hair. they tug, nails scraping along his scalp. their home pulses around them; matching their heart beat-for-beat. " find your pleasure, lover -- whatever you....desire- " they urge as he slows. they're bordering overstimulation; skin is flushed and damp with sweat but desire enjoys it, wants their lover to find his peak as well. the hand in his hair loosens and instead cards through it. the endless kisses the nightmare again, lifting hips to meet his to punctuate their request.

" my corinthian. " it's possessive, loving and passionate. they bite his lip before they pull back, golden eyes seeking ocular mouths. " i want to see you lose control. "

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless   asked : please, don’t stop.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 him not to stop , to keep going , and who is the corinthian to resist ? he couldn't if he tried ; and he doesn't want to try , content in the closeness between them , in being curled together like so . the nightmare can't remember ever feeling this intimate with someone , which given all their exploits says something indeed . he revels in it , in the feeling he gets being tangled up in them , and rolls hips with expert finesse , encouraged by endless' moans . to be the cause of such beautiful sounds , to be at the center of other's gaze , is a gift in itself , one that the corinthian is not willing to take for granted . he knows what this means for them both , and he wants it more than anything . ❝ not gonna stop , baby . i want you to come undone , desire . can you do that for me ? ❞

[desireoftheendless]

despite their name & function, desire does not oft pursue this sort of thing; but the nightmare knows them. knows what makes them tick & what they need - what they like - and he's been so good. the corinthian is still being good now. they've given a plethora of whines, moans-- and they groan again as he rocks into them steadily, expertly. desire's legs tighten around their lover's waist, fingers tangling again into it's hair. can you do that? let go of the control they cling to so desperately to avoid cracking as their sister had? "-- fuck. " golden eyes snap shut as he presses against a spot inside them that has them seeing stars; back arching. it happens again-- and again. " ah- yes. " they pant as they lean up, catching him in a searing kiss. desire trusts him to catch them as they tipple over the edge with a high-pitched whine-- spilling hot and messy over their stomach. their mind is blissfully blank in those moments ( the first time in a long time ) as nails bite into the other's shoulders, urging him on.

[peacereflecteda]

@desireoftheendless asked : i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 truth but all Dream can hear are lies . he knows of no other way to perceive them , knows no way of trusting them . the very thought of doing so is foreign , one to seldom cross their mind even when interacting with sibling . with all the bad blood between them , Dream thinks it would be foolish to let himself be vulnerable with them . and that is to say nothing of the grudge he holds against them ; or should he say , the many grudges , as there are multiple . one thing that exists as long as time is pettiness , bitterness , and the sentiment for revenge . Dream gets back at sibling with every haughty look , every judgmental expression on features , every cynical comment given .

he thinks nothing of what desire actually deserves , doesn't let himself acknowledge his own role to play in such animosity and vitriol . as far as Dream is concerned , desire's constant tricks are personal indignities that he mustn't tolerate , less the others think he's gone weak . no , Dream is determined to stay stoic as a statue , held in place throughout time , never changing . he's happy that way -- at least , as close to happiness as anyone as lonely as he gets . Dream gives sibling an exasperated look , raised brows saying all he needs to , but he insists on driving the point home with verbal exchange . ❝ that is a fault on your part , an error of your own that you must find it in yourself to correct , desire . that sentiment has nothing to do with me . one day you may even see this to be true . ❞

[desireoftheendless]

of course , their sibling is quick to dismiss. perhaps, at this point, desire should expect it. dream was never going to realise their part in the deterioration of their relationship & that was the difference between them. desire can see their shortcomings; can see past animosity when family asks for help. delirium irritates them - but they would not harm her. taunt, maybe, but never hurt. even they follow the rules the endless are all bound to; no matter how they've schemed and wished dream dead-- it would never be by their hand.

" not everything is of my doing, sibling. " they counter in a hiss. the corinthian had come to them , called for them. sought protection from them. and when he'd told them why; they knew it was needed. " i did not ask for the corinthian to come to me, not did I tempt them. " they rein in their power around the nightmare; control themself & still, somehow, he loves them. wants them. " perhaps you ought treat your companions better. but then again, you haven't the best track record of treating lovers well, have you? " pause. " one you destroy, or cast into darkness any time he sets a foot out of line, another you berate for suggesting something you did not like & lets not forget the one you've left in hell for ten millennia. how is nada, brother? have you deigned her worthy a visit this past century? " they have.

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