#;desire

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[[ LISTEN, you smug little brat

this is honestly both a Stiles and Void mood and it makes me wanna yell ]]

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please don't ruin this for me. { for desire from dream @sioraiocht }

Please please please! || Accepting

"Or else what? You haven't given me any reason to be nice to you, brother dearest," Desire sneers as they spin around in their chair, a look of amusement on their face. Oh, no, whatever issues Dream is having, he certainly brought it on himself. "What if I said my hands are clean this time? Would you believe me? I doubt you would."

Not that it really matters, anyways. The rift between them grows ever larger, and Desire really has no urge to fix it. So they cross their arms, petulant and irritated. "You blame me for everything, and while I may have had some hand in the ills that have befallen you, not everything is my fault. You think that you're so above it all that the choices you make couldn't possibly be the reason for anything. Isn't that right? It's always someone else's fault. Maybe look in the mirror for once, brother. A little reflection could do you some good."

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❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ @ desire!

Subtle smut || Accepting

"Mm, I think you can assume that I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Desire grins, leaning back on their hands as they look up at the Corinthian. There's something so very satisfying about taking one of Dream's creations and claiming it as their own, at least in one way. How could they resist them anyways? The Corinthian has their own brand of charm that Desire absolutely loves. Of course they wouldn't be able to resist.

So they grab them by the front of their shirt, pulling them closer to brush their lips together. "In fact, I would be very disappointed if you didn't bite. You are a nightmare, after all, so what better way to show it?"

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' i don't need anything from anyone. ' to desire from dream

"Mm, you say that, brother mine, but it's less about need and more about want, isn't it? Of course, you are capable on your own, not needing help or anything like that, but what do you want, hm? Everyone wants something from everyone. That's a base level fact."

Desire tilts their head, resting their chin in their hand as they grin up at him. "For example, you may not need anything from me, but you obviously want something. Which is why you're here now. No need to play your games with me, brother. We all know this aloof, uncaring front you put up is just that--a front. So--" They stretch their arms above their head and sigh, clicking their tongue. "You can cut to the chase. You never come to see me anymore unless I'm your last option, yes? So I'm all ears."

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desire my beloved...

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❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜ from hel to desire

"Well, that's just the way the world works, isn't it? Things don't always go to plan, things happen, whether we want them to or not. I thought gods like yourself understood that better than anyone else."

Desire tilts their head, resting their chin in their hand as they look at Hel. They suppose that they understand it, in a way, but Desire is used to seeing and dealing with hurt hearts so often that it doesn't really phase them anymore. Sadness and longing and all the negative things that come with desire is just a part of it. What more could really be said?

"Come, come, Hel. Let's go and see how we can take your mind off of these things. I assure you that I am the best person for healing broken and bruised hearts." As they speak, they hold out their hand, a sort of mischievous grin on their face. "Do you trust me?"

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❛ this place has rules for a reason. ❜ from dream to desire

"That's all you ever go on about. Rules and rules and rules. Why don't you ever loosen up a bit, dear brother? I feel like it would do you some good."

Desire says this as they hang upside down on their couch, clicking their tongue. They don't know why they even bother sometimes, if they're being honest. "Rules are always meant to be broken, you know, and would it kill you to relax? You look like you're going to snap in half, you're so tense."

They sit up, then, crossing their arms. "You and I see things differently, and we always will. I don't know why you always feel the need to lecture me when you know it won't change a thing."