#c; daniel

[ordinariums]

@artificialnocturnc liked this for daniel

when he summons the nightmare, it is to the beach where she had been created. in between, for lack of a better term, jobs, so as to not interrupt any nightmares she was currently involved within. when she appears, a simple name passes his lips; "anni." for that had been her name, correct? he is still learning, still growing, and still familiarising himself with all of those under his care. so. "i've summoned you here to introduce myself. i am the new dream of the endless."

[exsousiis]

Class had just let out for the day. Daniel caught up with Edna, shouldering his messenger bag. 

“So...I have the house to myself until eight tonight. Everyone’s out.” 

[elliexmay]

Location: Daniel’s apartment Tagged: @thedaniel-wright

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train she wanted to be on. Slow. And she had no idea what she was doing anymore. It had been hours. Hours of cleaning the entire house, wrapping up her mom and getting a medic to help her move her body to the morgue. Which hadn’t been too hard--her mother weighed a hundred pounds with sandbags in her pockets. She’d withered away right before her eyes, and the worst part was that Ellie hadn’t even noticed. It was obvious that she was getting worse, but it wasn’t until she’d pulled up an old photograph that she noticed the difference. She could barely remember a time when her mother’s belly didn’t curve into her body, when her cheeks were full and pink and her hair long and vibrant. It was as if she had been living with a completely different person then. And she didn’t know what to do with that realization.

Ellie hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going. She let muscle memory guide her--her eyes glazed over and distant. Her hair was wet from being in the shower for over an hour, and her skin red and blotchy from trying to scrub away all of the emotions which seemed to hit her all at once. When she finally stopped, she looked up, recognizing the apartment door in front of her. Danny’s place. Of course, her subconscious would recognize this as the safest place to be now. Maybe it was what she really needed. To feel something other than what she was feeling now. Normally, she would check if the door was unlocked and just barge in. But today, she let her knuckles tap twice on the door, and waited for him, instead, to answer.

[grapesofmac]

Despite having spent most of her entertainment career traveling country to country to preform at concerts or festivals, hearing all of the different accents around Icaria still amused Mac to no end. She was able to keep her excitement to a minimum most of the time, but there was always a moment here and there where she slipped. Right now was one of those times. As soon as the poor guy spoke a couple of words Mac put a caring hand on his shoulder, and looked deep into his eyes with a serious expression. “You gotta be from like, the UK right? What was it like finding out you drive on the wrong side of the road? Well not wrong side but like...the left side. Also I’ve been on this island for a while now and still don’t know how the fuck Celsius works. Explain.” @danieleansworth​

[lilsmccoy]

text | lily & daniel

Lily: where are you??

Lily: I'm at the foodstalls but don't feel like speaking to anybody

Lily: you okay?

[runawaymun-rp]

Daniel had never liked parties. He liked spending time with friends, sure, but the only person he really knew well that was here was Jack. It was one of those fancy DC galas. He’d worn a suit jacket and hung around the edges of the room, a glass of champagne in his hand.

He gravitated around the room, studying artwork and people in turns, until he stopped by an archway. Someone else was standing there, and he felt the need to say something so it wasn’t awkward.

Daniel took a sip of his drink, and murmured:

“I’ve never been very good at the whole…party…thing. You?”

[addictiveregina]

Regina hadn’t thought she’d see the day when walking in Daniel’s club felt weird, but apparently today was that day, even though she’d arrived unannounced. She thought about texting him before hand, but it wouldn’t have made a difference since she was going to go anyway. It felt like the two hadn’t seen each other in ages and if she had to go to a strip joint in order to hang out with him then she was happy to do that. “Is it wrong to bring a ... minus three month old baby into a strip club? Asking for a friend.” She shouted across the room at him as the girl wandered in, squinting to try and find his figure in the gloom. “Damn, was this place always this fucking dark? Or has pregnancy ruined my figure and eyesight?” @dogsandguns

[ordinariums]

@hodgepodgebitches continued from here

he feels all of the emotions within him, and whilst he knows that it is morpheus who should be scared, should be confused and disorientated, daniel is not too far off from it, either. whatever is going on here, he is certain that it is not meant to be correct. when the endless die, they die. and bringing them back - who knows what ramifications it could have on the world, on reality, on the dreaming. it is why daniel had taken fiddler's green advice, and steered clear. it is why he had focused on rebuilding, and prioritized the future, instead of the past. and respect the past, whilst doing it. but now that past was now looking at him, and he can't help but feel ..

he looks towards the hand that grips his arm, and releases his own hand holding morpheus, drawing back. what did he do? "i honestly do not know." and there's something there, underneath the tone he tries to keep stable. something that reveals the turmoil within him. "i ... believe that i dreamed you." morpheus is from the moment that he had died. he recognises the emotions. remembers it. even moreso now that he sees it from the outside. "i'm sorry." he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper.