@nightmarecountry sent:
✂ to grab my muse by the throat [ corinth 1 @ dream. he is being UNHINGED at his creator again big surprise.]
The nightmare lunges for him and Dream doesn't think to move. The backs of his knees hit his throne and he folds into the seat, the Corinthian looming over him. He doesn't need to breathe, but he grabs for its hand all the same, nails digging into the skin of its wrist.
he remembers half a memory of disintegrating the nightmare's skin back into sand and he could do the same now but it doesn't feel right
"You dare," he snarls, looking into the Corinthian's eyes. What he sees reflected back is a king brought low and made weak by a traitorous subject. He doesn't like it. "I did not give you permission to lay your hands on me," he carries on, low and dangerous. He pushes forward; he doesn't need to breathe and he can feel a little bit of give in the grip around his throat. "Let go of me this instant, Corinthian."