Charlotte Finch

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thenightmarerealms​:

The tear that fell from the witch’s eye shone in the dim light of the forest. They were lit by moonlight here, a perpetual night blanketing the entire area, and Dream hesitantly reached out to brush the moisture from her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I do not wish to cause you more sorrow.”

Truth be told, Dream did not know if Char would agree to his offer. He had behaved in an unseemly manner during their first meeting, and had nearly insulted her yet again during this one. 

Her soft thanks surprised him, but he took it as an agreement. He stepped closer to the witch, reaching out to place his hand gently over hers. 

“Be still,” he said.

Dream closed his eyes, reaching out through their point of contact and through the invisible thread that tied Char to her physical body. This was not a natural thing, but the witch was not plainly mortal– her kind was old, and powerful, and had a magic innate onto themselves, almost half a nightmare herself since her sisters were so feared.

He pulled– gently, inexorably– akin to what the witch had done under the moon’s power, but using no more than his own power. Finally, he felt Char’s physical form merge with her dreaming self, and he opened his eyes.

“It is done.”

Char flinched ever so slightly when Dream reached out to brush the tear from her cheek. Upon feeling his gentle touch against her skin, she couldn’t help but let out a small, quiet gasp. When was the last time someone had touched her like that? Gently, carefully, as if she were made of glass and not the burnished iron she had forged herself into over the centuries? She couldn’t remember...

Before she could say anything, his hand covered hers over the tree, and he told her to stay still. She did as he asked, truly shocked by the Endless’ actions and most recent words. What had caused him to become so kind to her all of a sudden? Did he truly have a change of heart, or was this just some strange attempt at an apology so he could continue on with his duties?

Char suddenly felt as if she were being pulled from...somewhere. It felt like the urge to turn around to see if someone was looking at her just over her shoulder, or if someone had just tugged on the back of her shirt to get her attention. It didn’t feel forceful, in fact, in almost felt as if she were being coaxed somewhere, asked politely...gently.

And then, like a lungful of fresh air after being surrounded by smoke, she felt herself become whole again. Her mind and body were now one as they would be in the waking world, and everything became sharper, clearer, less like a dream and more like reality. Breathing in deeply, she looked at Dream, her eyes wide and mouth parted in surprise.

“You...” she couldn’t finish her thought, for there were no words to describe how truly confused this man had made her. He had been so cruel to her the last time they met, and now he was offering her a peaceful place to truly recover. 

Blinking, she slowly removed her hand from underneath his and let it fall to her side, eyes still locked on his. 

“Thank you.”

It was all she could say. There was nothing more she could think to say.

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thenightmarerealms​:

I suppose we’ll never know, will we Dream King?

“No, I suppose not,” Dream said. Mortals always forgot the specifics of their dreams after they awoke, but he knew that their sub-conscious played a role in their waking lives. It was impossible to say what came first, however– the thought, or the dream of the thought.

He gave Char a withering look when she asked him if he was aware she was dreaming, holding batch the snappish reply that sprung to his lips. What was it about this woman that infuriated and intrigued him in equal measure?

“I am aware,” Dream said, dryly. “But it is in my power to take your physical form into the Dreaming without disturbing the elements.” 

He gestured, and the dreamscape turned into the haunted woods where the witches resided. They would not disturb them unless he called, but their environment was peaceful by itself. It would have looked familiar to Char, as the trees and plants were the same that had grown in the lands she had once called home.

“Stay as long as you like,” Dream said. “My realm is endless, and you will never want for new adventures, nor tranquility, if that is what you prefer.”

He rested a pale hand on the tree trunk, feeling the striations in the wood as he contemplated the witch’s question. “I have wronged you, perhaps,” he said. “And offering you sanctuary whilst you recover is within my power to do.”

He shrugged. “It is not a great thing to ask of me,” he said. “There would be no damage to the waking world if you accepted.”

Char did nothing to hide the impish little grin tugging at her lips when she saw how annoyed the Endless was at her questioning. She was nothing if not a bit vexing when she wanted to be. And how many people could say they had annoyed one of the Endless without meeting some dire end?

Blinking, she looked around as their surroundings changed. The trees, the foliage, even the air itself reminded her of home. Standing there, it felt like a hand reached into her chest and squeezed her heart. She had longed for this place for so long, it had become a steady dull ache within her chest for years. And now she was here, back home, surrounded by the trees she had once played amongst as a little girl.

Reaching out to touch a tree herself, Char’s eyes closed as she sucked in a deep breath, her eyes slipping closed. Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks, and a single one did fall. She didn’t wipe it away, she only smiled instead. Oh, to be here again...

Turning, she finally looked at Dream for the first time since they met. He was tall, dark, and watched her with a curious gaze. Perhaps he truly did want to apologize for how he treated her, even after she had caused so much trouble both in and outside of his realm. She didn’t deserve it; there was so much she had done over the years she’d never be able to atone for. But, if he was giving her this chance, perhaps she should take it.

“You confuse me,” Char said softly, her head tilted to the side. “So much.”

Glancing at the tree she still had physical contact with, she smiled a bit, then glanced at him once more. “Thank you, Dream King...”

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thenightmarerealms​:

“The witches of the woods are the mothers of pagan nightmares,” Dream contested, brows furrowing. He didn’t know why he was defending himself, but the witches were conscientious, responsible nightmares who performed their functions. He was fond of them. “You judge nightmares so harshly for simply doing what they were made to?”

“I regret the loss of your people, but mortals are flawed creatures; they do not need a dream as a reason to kill. Surely the Romans would have done what they did without my nightmares hounding them.”

The orb in his hand wavered, and in it Barbara mounted a snow white horse with a handsome saddle. The creature was no Martin Tenbones, but if her soft smile was any indication, she would be just fine amongst her new friends.

Dream allowed the orb to fade, and finally they stood alone in the darkness once more. He contemplated his morose guest, imagining what his sister would say in his stead. Death had always had such a way with words, and if she had wronged someone, she would know exactly how to apologize and mean it.

“You should stay here,” Dream said, the words leaving him in a rush. “In the Dreaming.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his chin so he would not have to look at her. “If your friends will not have you in the waking world, then stay here,” he said. “You will do no damage here, and perhaps the witches of the woods would enjoy your company.”

He smiled faintly. “Perhaps if you spent time with them, you would appreciate their purpose.”

Char sighed, trying not to let her frustration get the better of her. He wasn’t getting it. How could he, when he knew nothing of her people’s suffering firsthand? He would never know what that was like

“I don’t hate the nightmares for existing. Nightmares must exist to uphold balance, I understand that. I hate that they were created on a villainized notion of my sisters. I hate that they take on the form of my sisters only as the Romans saw them...not how I saw them, or my people saw them. We were healers, Dream. Not monsters.”

Running her hands through her hair, closed her eyes for a moment. Perhaps the Romans would have killed them without the nightmares; she was sure that was their intent all along. But surely the nightmares had sped up the process? Maybe there had been time...no...no, she had killed that young soldier who had defiled her altar, no, there was no stopping the Romans.

“I suppose we’ll never know, will we Dream King?” Char asked, looking up at him again.

Turning her gaze to the orb, Char managed a soft smile as she watched Barbie settle into her new home. She had been right, the young woman would be just fine. She supposed she should be grateful to Dream for doing what would have taken her days to accomplish in a matter of moments. She should probably thank him...one day.

Lifting a brow at his offer, Char tilted her head curiously. “Me? Stay in the Dreaming?”

She looked down at herself, then let out an amused huff of air through her nose. 

“You do know I’m dreaming, too, right? So unless you want me physically in your realm--which didn’t end well the last time, remember?--someone’s going to wonder why I haven’t left my apartment in...however long you plan on having me stay.”

The thought of spending time with the reflections of her sisters sent a shiver down her spine. They wouldn’t be the women she had grown up with. Would they even understand why she avoided them? Could she get over her own prejudice around them?

“Why?” she asked, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “Why have me stay?”

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thenightmarerealms​:

“Of course it matters,” Dream said. “Regardless of your intention, you sought to fix something that you weren’t even certain was broken.”

He pressed his fingers to his temples; he had half a mind to rescind the fix, but it would do nothing but confuse an innocent dreamer. The affair with the Skerry had not been Barbara’s fault, though she had been among the most affected by it. Dream had no desire to harm her further.

“Little witch,” he said. “I do not know if your obsession with helping your friend was because of what I said in our last encounter, but if it was–”

He set his jaw. “Know that it was not my intention to cause you pain. If I was unjust towards you and your people, I would apologize.”

He conjured the sphere with Barbie’s new dream in his hand, and for a moment he watched as she sat by the lake, befriending the animals that flocked around her. Dream smiled faintly.

“I would not see you disappear from this realm, my lady,” he said. “And I am certain that your friends would not wish you to leave their lives, either.”

“Of course I was certain it was broken. Everything I touch breaks!” Char snapped, hands balling into fists. “And I wanted to fix what I had broken!”

Scoffing, Char crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from the Endless. For an omnipotent, omnipresent being, he was as dense as a bag of rocks. How could he not understand that his words had been incredibly hurtful? Was he that far removed from humanity that he simply didn’t care?

“If?” she repeated, lifting a brow at him. “You created a nightmare based off of my sisters. I’m sure that nightmare has caused enough pain over the last few centuries to carry on that legacy for eternity.”

Swallowing thickly, she closed her eyes, sucking in a deep breath. “There are no genetic decedents of my specific tribe. My culture lived on, but the genome for that particular area doesn’t exist in modern times. The fear those soldiers had of us was due to their superiors feeding into their own prejudices, and that blasted nightmare of yours didn’t help.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Char watched her friend enjoy her time in her new dream home. A small smile pulled at her lips, relieved that Barbie could now enjoy her dreams once again. But the smile faded, and she shook her head.

“Barbie doesn’t want to speak to me, which I understand. The other two are about to have a baby, and I doubt they’d want me around their child. Again, understandable.”

Glancing up at him again, she shook her head. “I’ve caused too much death and destruction with my actions. Pulling away from the world and all things is the only way I can guarantee I won’t do it again...it’s not the first time I’ve simply disappeared.”

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thenightmarerealms​:

It had been years since Dream had felt so unsure of himself around a mortal, and it unnerved him. He had not been himself since the cage and it was the only reason he could think as to why the witch’s sharp words disturbed him.

His brows furrowed; he thought that she would be pleased to be done with the task, but it seemed that he was wrong again.

“Spells come with a cost,” Dream said. “They always do. Whereas the price of my assistance was only the knowledge that Barbara would have requested this herself.”

He frowned as a thought struck him. “Are you certain that she wanted to dream again?” he asked. “The Skerry was her second home for years. She dreamed of it, night after night, befriended its inhabitants. How do you know that she wished to have her connection to the Dreaming back, knowing that she would never see the Skerry again?”

Char had turned away but Dream appeared before her, his pale eyes glinting in the darkness. “I have no desire to make further accusations towards your person,” he said. “So I ask you now: do you fix what is broken for your friend’s sake, or for your own?”

“I am well aware of spells having a cost,” Char said sharply, keeping her back to the Endless. “I would not have become the witch I am without that knowledge.”

She felt like she was being chastised by the man. Apparently, in his eyes, she could do nothing right, do nothing that could help someone, instead of harm someone. Perhaps she deserved that opinion of herself. Looking back, she knew she had made many decisions that had harmed others, simply so she could get her way. It wasn’t until recently, when she had allowed herself to make some friends, when she tried to do something for others instead of herself, and she still managed to fuck it all up.

“I...” Char trailed off, truly not knowing the answer. Who wouldn’t want the ability to dream again? Yes, it wouldn’t be the same, but Barbara could make a second home, befriend those in that area. The Skerry was gone, but there were other homes her friend could make in the Dreaming.

Char was selfish, she would willingly admit that. She had been very selfish over the years, and perhaps it was a habit that was nearly impossible to break. Maybe that was why she wanted to fix her friend’s connection to the Dreaming; she couldn’t fix her past mistakes, but she could fix this one...

Flinching ever so slightly when Dream appeared before her, Char looked up into his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“Does it matter?” she finally asked, head tilting to the side. “What’s done is done. My friend can dream again, and I’m taking your advice to disappear once again. I thought you’d be pleased I listened.”

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thenightmarerealms​:

Dream was taken aback by Char’s anger, his mouth thinning as he heard her answer. As much as he’d thought he owed her some sort of apology, he had instead insulted her yet again, and he found that her continued distress did not please him.

His hand dropped down to his side, hiding in the folds of his robe. “It is not given to you to mend that which is broken,” he said, but his voice had not heat in it. “This is my realm, and if Barbara needed something from it, she would have asked.”

He mustered a faint, flick of a smile that disappeared almost immediately. “Though perhaps I see why you would circumvent me and try to do it yourself,” he said. “I think… I have behaved uncharitably towards you, little witch.”

He gestured, conjuring Barbara’s consciousness in the palm of his hand in the form of a glowing ball of light. In it, her sleeping face was reflected, unmarred by worry or fear.

“If you think that she would appreciate returning to the Dreaming, then it is done.” His dark eyes glinted, and then Barbie appeared in the middle of a vast field of green. It was not the land that she had so loved in her previous dreams– that was gone forever– but it was close enough.

Dream closed his hand and the ball disappeared.

“Perhaps I owe you an apology for our last encounter,” he said. “And perhaps, the next time you think to tamper in my realm, for good or ill, you will ask first.”

“You think regular mortals would ever feel safe asking something of one of your kind?” Char ground out, eyes still narrowed in a sharp glare. “Especially after such a traumatizing situation that involved you?”

Char forced herself to turn away from Dream, not wishing to look at him anymore. She had been so close to getting a good grip on the situation. Had her spell lasted, she could have finished this all up in a few days, and disappear from Barbara’s life for good with little guilt attached. Her friend wasn’t speaking to her anymore, but at least she’d be able to dream again. She’d be able to sleep well again, be able to have an escape from the horrible-ness of daily life. 

Letting out a bout of harsh laughter, Char shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “Uncharitable is one word for it, I suppose.”

Glancing over her shoulder, Char watched as Dream conjured Barbara’s consciousness into the palm of his hand. Brows furrowing, she turned to fully face him again, watching her friend’s sleeping face. And then, feeling something jolt through the mental bond she had made with her friend, Char watched as Barbara’s connection to the Dreaming was returned to normal.

Char did not smile seeing this. It was all too easy, and confusing. Why would Dream suddenly decide to gift Barbara something that had been--according to him--naturally taken from her? The cuckoo had only been doing what it was created to do, so, naturally, nothing wrong had happened.

She felt so silly, so stupid. Here he stood, Lord Morpheus of the Dreaming, having fixed a problem she had spent weeks preparing to repair herself by simply waving his hand. He had taken that from her; Char had wanted to fix it herself, as it was her fault Barbara was in this mess in the first place.

“It was my mistake to fix,” Char said, ignoring Dream and his attempt at an apology. Why should she accept it? He probably still thought she and her people had been the monsters, and not the Romans. “I made the mess, it was my job to clean it up...it took me weeks to prepare that spell...”

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thenightmarerealms​:

It was rare that Dream admitted when he’d made a mistake. It was even rarer when he sought to rectify said mistakes, after he’d actually made them. But weeks had passed since he’d wandered into the witch woman’s dream, and he could not stop thinking about her.

Char had broken his rules, made a mess of the waking world, and caused the deaths of many. But he had been uncharitable towards her while he had accepted the cuckoo’s nature, and his own cruelty did not escape his notice.

He considered finding her again, to give her a happier dream of her lost people, but he procrastinated in doing so. It felt dishonorable to make amends secretly and then to pretend that it meant the same as having uttered the words.

And so he did not go to her, or apologize to her, or do any of the things which he knew he should. But he wanted to.

And so the day came when he felt a presence in his realm, uninvited and wrong, upsetting the natural order of things, and Dream’s first thought was of the witch. He followed the thread of unconscious, of the not-dreamer that he was unsurprised to discover was Barbara, and he appeared in her unconscious mind to confront the interloper.

It was Char, because of course it was. Ire suddenly rose in him, quick and sharp, and he appeared behind the witch woman in his coat made of stars.

He reached out to grasp her upper arm, wrenching her upright before she could do any further harm.

“What do you think you are you doing?”

With her eyes closed, Char continued to Cast, putting all of her focus on knitting Barbara’s connection to the Dreaming back together again. It would be slow work, and might take more than one night to finish, but she was determined to fix this horrible mistake of hers. 

Part of her wondered if Dream would sense her there in the dreamless void of Barbara’s subconsciousness. She hadn’t seen him in weeks, and while she was grateful of his absence--her anger towards him had yet to subside entirely, and she couldn’t trust herself to be entirely polite if and when he showed his face once more--she was curious as to why he stayed away. He seemed the type of being who would continue to gloat at her whenever he had the chance. Would he do so now, mocking her for trying to rectify her friend’s incapability to dream?

Time seemed to flow different here; while it felt like she had only been casting for a few minutes, in reality, she was sure dawn was fast approaching. She certainly wouldn’t be able to finish her spell tonight, but she had made significant progress. Barbara still wouldn’t be dream, but perhaps she wouldn’t have such an eerie place to go while she slept. She’d have to keep up her concentration until she felt her friend stirring through their mental connection, then she’d tie off what she had been able to reconnect, and continue on another night, perhaps in a couple days. She’d be exhausted, no doubt, and would need to take time to prepare the spell once more, and brew the lucid dreaming potion.

Suddenly, a hand curled around her upper arm and wrenched her sharply away from her spell casting position. Gasping, her eyes widened as she felt the connection she had managed to make unraveled, her concentration on the spell broken. 

Turning to face her attacker, her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach when she found it to be Dream himself. What little fear and surprise she felt upon seeing him was quickly replaced with that old rage she was so familiar with.

“Fixing my damn mistakes, that’s what I’m doing!” Char cried out, ripping her arm from the Endless’ grasp. Her eyes blazed with that fiery anger of hers, and she gestured blindly to the void they stood in. “I was so close to finishing up, and look what you’ve done! You broke my concentration, and I’ll have to start all over again! It’ll take days to prepare that spell again, days to brew the potion that will allow me to even enter this place! Are you seriously so intent on mentally torturing me you’d stoop so low as to disallow someone helping another to reenter your realm as a proper Dreamer once more?!”

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A Line Back to Dreams

@thenightmarerealms

Weeks had passed since Char’s second meeting with Dream of the Endless. Like she had predicted, his words had plagued her, and the memories that had been dug up took ages to leave her. She had been a complete mess, and the added mess of the tsunami caused by her actions and the deaths that had resulted from it weighed heavily on her mind. There was only so much she could do to fix that particular problem, but there were other problems that she could fix, if she tried hard enough.

Barbara didn’t want to speak to Char anymore, and Char was going to respect that wish. She would never force her presence onto anyone, but it was her fault her friend couldn’t dream anymore. It had become clear to Char that this injury would never heal on its own, and decided to find a way to connect her friend back to the Dreaming.

After weeks of research, Char was finally confident that she had found a way to connect her friend to her dreams once more. She wasn’t going to pull down the moon again; once was enough, and she had learned her lesson. So, instead, she performed a spell that would connect her mind with Barbara’s, and after brewing a strong potion that would induce the deep sleep needed to lucid dream, Char slipped into the strange void that was Barbara’s dreamless sleep.

This had to work. There were so many things Char had done over the centuries that caused so much strife and death, and she would never be able to fix those situations. But she could fix her friend; she had to fix her friend. If only she could reach through the barrier separating Barbara from the dreaming, she could pull her friend through, and then leave her to her sweet dreams for the rest of her life. And then, she’d leave her friend be forever, and slip into that isolation Lord Morpheus had cruelly told her would do her some good.

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thenightmarerealms​:

Dream turned over the witch’s words, mulling over them in spite of himself. He did not like to admit when he was wrong, and there was very little about Char that made him want to concede any points. Perhaps it was their initial meeting that had caused him to chafe so, but he also could not deny that it was he who sought her out.

Perhaps this warranted further thought.

He said nothing as she talked of her friends, pretending nonchalance when in truth he observed her from the corner of his eye. What a peculiar woman.

“Barbara does not dream any longer,” he said. “Perhaps she does not wish to see you, and be reminded of this amputation.”

That hadn’t even been Char’s fault, but he had seen it often enough. Humans were strange creatures, seeking to forget what they could not forgive, even when the blame lay on someone else.

“Isolation wear poorly on mortals, but you are barely so. Perhaps it would do you good.” He cannot resist the thin smile; the small provocation. If Lucienne were here, she would give him an exasperated look. It was probably good that she wasn’t.

Dream inclined his head, and sought to withdraw into the shadows. He would leave the witch to the rest of her dreams, and ponder over the strange meeting in peace.

Char took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She hated talking about her past, or even thinking about everything she had been through. It always set her blood boiling, thinking of the horrors the Romans put her people through, and she would either be so rageful she’d have to shut herself away to keep from snapping at the poor person who caught her in such a mood, or she’d become so despondent she wouldn’t be able to leave her bed for days at a time. At the moment, she couldn’t tell which she’d fall into, but she was certain she didn’t want Dream to see her that way.

She knew Barbara wasn’t dreaming. In one of the last conversations they had before her friend had told her she didn’t want to see Char again, Barbara had mentioned her lack of dreams. Char thought that perhaps it was a temporary thing, and that her dreams would come back once Barbara’s mind healed from the cuckoo’s actions. But Dream’s words made her rethink that theory.

“Perhaps,” Char replied, her tone of voice measured and void of emotion. “I...wouldn’t be surprised.”

How rude this Endless was. Char had never met one of the omnipotent beings before, but she had heard stories. Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams, always had a reputation, but seeing it first hand was completely different than hearing about it. Perhaps she deserved it, though, after all the trouble she had caused him. Still, his words caused her to bristle, and she turned on her heel to snap at him.

He was gone, dissolved into the shadows. Letting out a huff, Char ran a hand through her wild curls, and sank into the grass beneath her feet. She’d wake up soon, but she doubted she’d be able to dream again, not tonight anyway. There was too much on her mind, and her conversation with Dream would only weigh on her for weeks, or even months.

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STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

[ohisms]

↪     𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  5  of  syfy’s  “ warehouse 13 ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )

nothing to worry about on this end .

keep me posted .

i’ve got another idea .

wait ,  wait ,  wait …

i’m not a total idiot .

look ,  [ name ] ,  that’s not what matters right now .

drive .  okay ?  just … drive fast .

of all the illegal things i’ve done ,  this is probably the least illegal .

we are not talking about that !

are you kidding me ?!

i’m gonna need another pair of hands .

i’ve got a plan i’m absolutely certain will work .

not cool !  not cool !

oh my god ,  what a great idea ,  [ name ] !  wish i’d thought of that !

i’ll explain later .

[ name ] , what just happened ?

i want him dead .

i just think we should make an informed decision .

heartbreaking ,  isn’t it ?  when someone you loved and thought you knew turns out to be someone else ?

the question is ;  are you with me ,  or are you against me ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

there goes our element of surprise .

you have no idea what you’re giving up .

so ,  sue me .  i didn’t want you to die .

stop staring at me !

this way i can keep an eye on you .

patience ,  and all will be revealed .

follow my instructions for a change .

are you busy tonight ?

i will cut you .

now if you’ll excuse me , i have to get ready .

do you want to tell me the truth , this time ?

i don’t need you to protect me .

should i ignore the fact that that sounds insane ?

you’re lying , it makes no sense .

i haven’t hurt anyone .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

you have been lying to me .

i haven’t forgotten about  [ name ] .

a little bit dramatic ,  don’t you think ?

okay ,  your life is worse .  congrats .

there’s no need to close that door forever .

can we stop talking about this and just get back to work ?

how about we just start with this ?

hopefully you’ll understand why i did what i did .

i told you i’d be back .

despite everything [ name ] told you ,  you’re here anyways .

life is shorter than you ever think .

i think a little danger is worth it ,  don’t you ?

please note that i didn’t say anything about how dangerous that would be .

you take one hand ,  i’ll take the other ?

what’s so important ?

i’m not blaming you ,  i just wanna know what happened .

i don’t understand .  where am i ?

listen ,  there was -   there was a car accident .

no way ,  come on .  i don’t believe you .

we’re gonna talk everything through from the very beginning .

i have the feeling this is gonna take awhile .

don’t worry about it .  i’ll take care of  [ name ] .

i didn’t have very much when i came here ,  so i guess i’m kind of trying to make up for that .

the internet’s still around ?

i gotta say ,  i’m really hating this .  i just ,  nothing feels real .

i’m just gonna wake up and be me again .

this cannot be my life !

please stop saying it’s gonna be alright because it’s not !

i was in a mental institution .

not to outdo you ,  but crazy girl carries a lot more stigma .

my strongest memories of you have to do with that guitar .

oh ,  boo - hoo ,  what .  is .  the .  plan ?

did you not hear me say very ,  very carefully ?!

this place is about as secure as a kiosk at the mall .

do not snap at me ,  okay ?

do you have any enemies ?  anyone who might want to hurt you ?

am i doing all these things with my mind ?!

i haven’t cursed anyone in years .

weren’t you nervous to play in front of people ?

let’s just say i’m addicted to more than just coffee .

would you play for me ?

since you missed the concert ,  i thought we could have one of our own .

my keen sense of perception is giving me the impression that you are upset .

don’t partonize me ,  [ name ] .

look ,  why don’t we just quietly work together ?

it was an accident ,  i didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt .

i didn’t know it was gonna be dangerous .

no one’s gonna die !  okay ?  we’re gonna fix this .

have you seen him ?  i mean ,  really looked at him ?

when you really love someone ,  you want them to be happy .  even if it isn’t with you .

talking down to me does not help !

i’m not talking down to you ,  i’m just talking you DOWN  …  there’s a difference .

it’s this place ,  it’s a thousand things !

you SHOT me ?!

with clear eyes  …  and a full heart ,  you can’t lose .

will you tell me everything that happened while i was sleeping ?

i’m so sorry ,  i know i should’ve told you sooner .

i remember ,  now .  i remember everything .

i’m not gonna let you go back to that .

you’ve tried everything ,  haven’t you ?

if i only get one day ,  i am so ,  so glad i got this one .

i’m counting on you to fix all of this .

i’ll find a way .  i promise .

what answer will make you stop asking ?

relax ,  i’m not here for you .

that’s why you’re yelling like your hair’s on fire ?

i hate being friends with you .

i want to punch things .

i’m on the verge of a major breakthrough !

fine ,  i’ll go .  this better be snappy .

i called the police ,  they said i had to wait 24 hours .

[runawayagent]

thenightmarerealms​:

Dream had seen humanity do all of this and more to each other over the millennia, growing hardened to their depravity. Did it matter that her people had not done exactly what the Romans feared they would? Nearly everyone who’d been alive at that time was now dust.

He felt a niggling of conscience at the witch’s obvious upset, however, and dismissed the nightmare. The ground beneath them was solid again, green and wet with dew instead of blood. “The waking world is not the only realm that matters,” he said. “If it was true in their dreams, what of it then?”

“I keep those precious to me safe,” he replied. “But they are few and far between. Mortals are greedy creatures, always seeking to amass power that they should not have.”

His gaze turned speculative, piercing. “Did your friends thank you for what you did for them?” he asked. “Or did they run from you, once you revealed the truth of what you were?”

“Their leaders fed them lies to make them afraid of my people. Not just the priestesses, but the normal people as well,” Charlotte continued, some of the bite gone from her voice now that the horror was gone. “They didn’t want our two societies to become friends. I watched as the children of my tribe were spat upon, rotten food thrown at them, simply because of these rumors. Of course it matters if their dreams were influenced by lies, it caused them to fear and hate us, which turned into them killing us. Enslaving us.”

So Dream of the Endless did have people he cared about. Char was actually surprised at that, because she had always thought the Endless kept away from mortals, except when their duties required interaction. But they had something in common; their friends were sparse, and held quite dear to them, it would seem. 

“I agree,” she said, nodding her head once. “I have walked through most of human history, and have seen horrifying deeds done in the name of greed alone.”

Gods, this man was infuriating. Why did it matter if her friends had reacted horribly to her powers? His realm was the Dreaming, not the waking world, so whatever happened there didn’t concern him. And him just asking those questions brought up those feelings that she had forced herself to push down; guilt, sadness, regret. But what else could she have done? She couldn’t just sit by and watch her friends be tortured by some creature, regardless if it was in that creature’s nature to do so. 

“Barbara doesn’t speak to me anymore,” Char mumbled, looking away. “I avoid the other two, but they haven’t reached out either. But that’s okay, because they are all alive and well, and able to live their lives. They’ll forget me someday, and I’ll make new friends, unless I go into isolation again...maybe I will, after all of this.”

[runawayagent]

❝ come on. we need to get out of here. come on. ❞

|| @phencyclidinc

Usually, the two of them could handle any problem handed to them. Between Charlotte and Angel, they had most of their bases covered; strength, speed, intelligence. But neither of them were truly invincible, and both had their limits.

An alarm had been tripped, or one of the guards that had sadly been in their way as they infiltrated the warehouse hadn't been knocked out like they thought and called for backup. Either way, they were about to be outnumbered twenty to one. What little hope Charlotte had for the situation to resolve itself was quickly dwindling, and by the time her girlfriend called things off, she had decided to do the same thing.

"Fucking hell," Charlotte grumbled, quickly grabbing her backpack and standing. "Babe, we were so close."

[ohisms]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

[edenmemes]

andor sentence starters

❝ i don’t like seeing you nervous. ❞ ❝ the risk of doing nothing becomes the greatest risk of all. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna get us both in trouble. ❞ ❝ i’m not moving. you want it, you take it and i walk away. ❞ ❝ if it’s not important, why not tell me? ❞ ❝ don’t tell anybody you saw me. don’t tell anybody you know where i am. ❞ ❝ you don’t look so good. ❞ ❝ you need to get as far away from here as you can. ❞ ❝ you’re like me. we were born in a hole. all we know is climbing over somebody else to get out. ❞ ❝ it’s all about you, isn’t it? it’s always all about you. ❞ ❝ ah, you’ve remembered how to mock me. ❞ ❝ that’s as close to an apology as you’re gonna get. ❞ ❝ maybe we should quit while we’re ahead. ❞ ❝ welcome. and just in time for dinner. ❞ ❝ there’s no way out alive. of that you must be sure. ❞ ❝ my anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight…they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. ❞ ❝ i’m struggling to understand why my faith doesn’t calm me. i believe in something. why am i so unsettled? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to worry about me anymore. ❞ ❝ i thought you left without me. ❞ ❝ you have a different path, and i’m not judging you. ❞ ❝ it’s better you don’t know. ❞ ❝ you’re avoiding the question. ❞ ❝ hey. you know something i don’t? ❞ ❝ i told you, i’m doing everything i can. ❞ ❝ you might as well wear a sign that says, “i promise to disappoint you.” ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding on my floor. ❞ ❝ you knew where this was going. you’ve always known. ❞ ❝ i need to hear you tell me you can follow the plan. ❞ ❝ pull yourself together, all right? ❞ ❝ this time…you can’t stay, and i can’t go. ❞ ❝ i burn my decency for someone else’s future. i burn my life to make a sunrise that i know i’ll never see. ❞ ❝ i said i know you. i know all about you. ❞ ❝ why don’t we do something fun tomorrow night? ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i am going to ask you a question. i expect an honest answer. ❞ ❝ i yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time i looked down, there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. ❞ ❝ that’s cold. even for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll stay with me. i need all the heroes i can get. ❞ ❝ i’m thinking clearly and you’re not. ❞ ❝ is that your defence? you’ve been ‘careful’? ❞ ❝ any civilized being knows an open invitation is no invitation at all. ❞ ❝ rule number one: never carry anything you don’t control. ❞ ❝ what’s the hurry? got some place to be? ❞ ❝ you come all this way to scold me? ❞ ❝ i’d never lie to you. ❞ ❝ you’re not here to save anybody but yourself. ❞ ❝ what, not happy to see me? ❞ ❝ i’ve never loved anyone the way i love you. ❞ ❝ i won’t have peace. i’ll be worried about you all the time. ❞ ❝ turning back will be impossible. ❞ ❝ there’s no room for doubt on the path to success. ❞ ❝ two guys jumped me. it went too far. ❞ ❝ you fall here, you fall alone. ❞ ❝ i’m just saying out loud what you already known. ❞ ❝ you love me because i show you what you need to see. ❞ ❝ it’s just me against everybody else. ❞ ❝ you don’t want to hear what happened? ❞ ❝ hey. i won’t forget this. ❞ ❝ you think it’s hopeless, do you? freedom? independence? justice? ❞ ❝ no one’s more at risk than i am. ❞ ❝ you wanted to leave? this is what it comes to. ❞ ❝ what are you staring at? ❞ ❝ we’ll die with nothing if we don’t put aside our petty differences. ❞ ❝ you’ll make an effort tonight if it kills you. ❞ ❝ i write when i can’t sleep. ❞ ❝ you haven’t been listening to me, have you? ❞ ❝ us? i don’t know you. ❞ ❝ i’m not gonna put my people at risk for someone else. ❞ ❝ your father’s looking for you. ❞ ❝ why would i go anywhere with you? ❞ ❝ i’m glad you’re here. no matter what the reason. ❞ ❝ that’s what a reckoning sounds like. you want it to stop, but it just keeps coming. ❞ ❝ come on. we need to get out of here. come on. ❞ ❝ being a leader isn’t just something you can turn on and off. ❞ ❝ it’s been a day of surprises for all of us. ❞ ❝ you lived because you ran. ❞ ❝ i imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you’ll ultimately die fighting these bastards. ❞ ❝ you think i haven’t thought this through? i’d be the first one to fall. ❞ ❝ wouldn’t you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till there’s nothing left? ❞ ❝ you’re wasting energy. you know i’m right. ❞ ❝ i just want what’s mine. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ you have a problem, you come to me. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think we’re in over our heads. ❞ ❝ everyone has their own rebellion. ❞ ❝ can one ever be too aggressive in preserving order? ❞ ❝ the day before is always hard. too much time to worry. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. ❞ ❝ i wake up every day to an equation i wrote fifteen years ago from which there’s only one conclusion, I’m damned for what i do. ❞ ❝ i’m just trying to clear my name. ❞ ❝ working with other people is never easy. ❞ ❝ just being in your presence…i’ve realized that life is worth living. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in right now? ❞ ❝ i knew you were lying. i knew it. ❞ ❝ losing hope? your mind? keep it to yourself. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ the axe forgets, but the tree remembers. ❞ ❝ perhaps my deranged belief that there was something better fated for me in the future was a dream worth clinging to. ❞ ❝ i’m not here for career advice. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between fear and losing your nerve. ❞ ❝ you’re slouching. is that how you present yourself to the world? ❞ ❝ perhaps you should have a rest. ❞ ❝ i didn’t deserve what happened. ❞ ❝ you should go. i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ i’d forgotten how sensitive you can be. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky to be alive right now. ❞ ❝ so, that’s it? that’s why you’re here? revenge? ❞ ❝ you can wear a ball gown if you’d like. ❞ ❝ this is the last place you should be. ❞ ❝ so much going wrong, so much to say, and all of it happening so quickly. ❞ ❝ it’s easier to hide behind forty atrocities than a single incident. ❞ ❝ what were you gonna do if i wasn’t here? ❞ ❝ i’ve been worried you might do something like this. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare talk to me like that. ❞ ❝ the very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. ❞ ❝ if you’re not willing to risk your conscience, then surrender and be done with it. ❞ ❝ we’ve come a long way from where we started. ❞ ❝ i show you the stone in my hand, you miss the knife at your throat. ❞ ❝ people blame you for what happened. ❞ ❝ i think about you constantly. ❞ ❝ i dreamt you came back. ❞ ❝ you pull in the net and the easy thing, the quick thing, is to assume that everything you’ve dragged to shore is a fish. ❞ ❝ i should…i should say thank you. ❞ ❝ i’ve given up all chance at inner peace. i’ve made my mind a sunless space. i share my dreams with ghosts. ❞ ❝ don’t die until you put up a fight. ❞ ❝ you came here to kill me, didn’t you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been shamed enough for one night. ❞ ❝ if you wanna say something, you should say it now. ❞ ❝ i would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. ❞ ❝ is that meant to scare me? ❞ ❝ i’ve been turning away from the truth i wanted not to face. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding. ❞

[ohmuseohmy]

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