#;dream

[onlylivinboy]

“You have to let me help.”

“How?” 

He whirls around to face Josh. He looks different, like he’s wrong in some way that he can’t describe, can’t pinpoint. It only makes Gabriel angrier. 

“What are you gonna do?” The words are fall out of him before Gabe can even understand what he’s saying. “How are you gonna help, you left.” 

An arm reaches for Gabriel, but pushes it aside. 

          “I know-”                       “You left.”           “I had to-”                        “You left me behind.” 

He stands across from him, face pinched, and he feels it in every ounce of him. This confusion, anger, heartache. He feels so lost. 

“You said you’d come right back.” How long ago had that been now, since they’d actually seen one another face to face. Since the last time he’d believed what he was being told. 

Had Josh known then that he wasn’t coming back for him? 

      “Gabe,”             “No.” But he’s not walking away this time,

He lets his dad approach, and when his arms wrap around him all Gabe can do is pull his own tightly around Josh. Bury his face in the taller man’s shoulder, and just hold on, grip unyielding because he’s starting to know. 

He’s starting to understand that any minute he’ll wake up, but maybe if he holds on tightly enough, he could pull them both out of here together. 

[onlylivinboy]

i’m so sorry

it happened again, and i couldn’t see why. i was trying to choose you but instead i chose for you

to shut you out

again.

above the bare ripples at the surface of the dark water, he’s holding his Asgardian’s face. brushes his palm against his cheek, again and again. trying to reassure him that it hadn’t happened, that he was still right there.

a mirror of his own fears.

he turns his head to look down at the water’s surface, atop which where they stood opposite one another.

-

Mirrored in the ripples below Gabriel stands a reflection, not his own, but another boy and his dark head of curly hair. the same regret sharp in his eyes, the same inability to forget the sight of what he’d done. the same refusal.

the same acceptance of being alone.

in having done the unthinkable,

leaving gabe confused by the words and the feelings shared. overwhelmed by their contradiction, and silencing himself.

-

and then gabriel turns his eyes to the reflection belonging to his rúne. and finds himself looking back through the dark water. unable to hate theo for what he’d done when he’d lost control, and killed the one he loved.

it’s killing you. please stop punishing yourself. i want you to be happy

i think i understand it now where this new connection had sprung from. why the call had reached him, staring him in the eyes before plummeting into ice cold water.

and then that day at dinner. i thought you’d made your choice, but you were just trying to choose my happiness for me.

you couldn’t see that i’d loved you, that you had hurt me. i do love you. i think because i did, some part of me always will.

i’m not afraid of you, theo

-

lifting his gaze from the pair of reflections, it settles now on his love in this time. the one they’d chosen and built. the one with whom he shared everything.

would you ever have been able to forgive the one who killed me? When he knew what it was to feel that nothing for himself, like dying right alongside. Wouldn’t some part of him always seek vengeance for it?

we were so young until that night

So young and so close to grabbing an ending from the pages of a fairytale.

when we both died

and i brought you back, and denied you the chance to know what was lost. i’m sorry. i thought i was choosing your happiness

but i chose my fear. i chose for you

all i heard was silence, so when i cried out for you.. i didn’t think you were listening

arms wound around the taller boy, to pull him down close, press his lips against his silver blond hair as he brushed his thumb against the back of his head.

i’ve made my choice, rue. i would never leave you. i’m sorry i forgot.

i told you, and i haven’t changed my mind.

this is what i want

[itworksifyouworkit]

Please stop calling..

You’re so young, you can forget this, please, i can’t hear this—

With each shrill cry from the house, growing hoarser but not getting closer, it’s doubtless the boy has been made to stop. He’s shouting after, calling for his uncle to not leave, to come back-

they put you in my arms and i’d never wanted to protect anything more,

‘TIO, COME BACK.’

Following him around the garage ever since those little legs could walk, peering with curiosity, with stars in his eyes and all this hunger to learn.

Where did they get you? What planet did you come from? Ever since Theo was born, he was fantastic.

‘—Please.’

Turn around. Turn around now. It’s too late, he’s heard him, and he can’t.. keep walking. And like many such dreams before, Damien starts to feel the relief of getting it right this time.

That he turns on his heel and starts back, that the kid keeps calling so he picks up speed, he runs- to find that boy in the doorway,

and the protective arms let go, so Damien’s can haul the little one into his own, that his hand can cradle that little head, a kiss pressed to the top of dark hair and he hugs him,

so tightly.

‘don’t go.’

Okay.

“okay.” Damien promises, relenting with a tired nod. “Okay, mi niño.”

[secondhandmckie]

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"I'm a nightmare even in the day."

[secondhandmckie]

“You called” - Morpheus

In the Meme Vault

"Is that all it takes? To get an audience with you?" Molly lingered by the window, watching the Dream King with a mixture of hope and trepidation. He had the power to help, certainly...he also had the power to damn her further. Worse, if he chose. He owed her nothing, and yet...the fact that he'd shown himself at all, maybe he wanted to help.

Her fingers twisted about one another, before she allowed her hands to fall to her sides. "I'm sorry I missed our last appointment. It's just...they know." She began, her voice wavering a moment before it grew stronger. "They know what I am--that I've lived far too long. I tried to be careful about this, but...they know, and they want to know how."

"The experiments..." Molly wet her lips and stepped cautiously forward. "I know I shouldn't ask this of you. I've tried to handle this myself and escape but they always, always find me. And it's always worse when I get back. Is there...could you help me?"

[secondhandmckie]

[dream @ dream Danny] ❝  i know you can be so much more than this.  ❞

In the Meme Vault

@unheardmuses

The dream can't help the small noise of distress he makes, and would be wringing his hat if he could. Instead, he's standing, unable to figure out what to do with his hands. He can't understand what he's done to be a disappointment--only that he hates to be one. More than that, he's afraid to be one. Look what happened to the first Corinthian.

"H-how, my lord?" He finally dares to ask, dismay clear in his features. "I've...followed your word. I do my duty. I look after the dreamers. Is...is that not what I was made to do?"

[secondhandmckie]

[dream] “ i urge you to remember exactly who it is you’re talking to. because while others might appreciate your tone, i assure you, i do not. ”

In the Meme Vault

@unheardmuses

"Yeah, I get it--you're mad people are calling you on your bullshit." Molly's head leaned back in exasperation. "You'll have to excuse me, I don't really vibe with authority figures and you're kinda like...up there, y'know? Nothing personal."

"Also, I'm apparently not gonna wake up anytime soon, and there's this weird nightmare thing that wants to kill me--dealin' with some shit, so I'm feeling a little salty. Patience is at, like, nothing." She stepped forward. "Here, let's start again. I'm Molly, and I would like some answers, pretty please. I mean, if you're not too busy looking for the new Smiths album."