@eyeless-smiles asked:
❛ jealous . to purposefully make my muse react possessively . ((He's doin everything in his power to make Mikey jelly uwu))
@langdhon
Falling asleep maneuvered him back to the Dreaming, as most nights. Michael expected to meet his obsession, as most nights, and he did, but... it's not the way he'd thought. The thrill of anticipation got drained from his countenance as soon as he caught Corinthian with someone else. Which in itself wouldn't be an issue. Fun can and should be shared. Feeling like air, ignored in his attempts to reach out, that ultimately leads to a pang of jealousy flaring up in his chest. Michael can't help the tears shooting into his eyes and the wrath starting to consume him the longer he finds himself confronted with his fear of abandonment. It consumes him faster than he'd have expected. Shouting even, his voice seems to hit deaf ears.
His jaw snaps shut, teeth gnashed behind sealed lips while his hands hanging by his sides furl into fists. And that anger manifests in the surroundings. Entirely stiff, almost shaking, he just stands there. The brewing storm may whip his hair around, but not sweep him off his feet. The Corinthian and that ominous other party, though? They'll have to fight to keep standing. Black sand whirls up and hits skin with the force of a thousand needles, then gathers, increasing density shapes them into tendrils. They sling around the stranger and tighten, tighten, tighten... Until he splays his fingers and the tendrils, like wire, cut that intruder into slices.
And all of a sudden, the grains rain back down, the storm calms. Relief lets Michael's shoulders sag ere slow steps carry him to the nightmare; his expression hardened while a tear streams down his cheek does he grab Corinthian by the jaw. Pull it closer. And he hisses: " You are mine, understood? " A bitter, strained smile then, it matches the anger still hardening his stare. " Next time, I'm going to tear you apart. "
He may have been remade, but he is still the Corinthian. A creature created to reflect humanity's darkest reflections back upon themselves. And when such a creature develops a relationship with a human? Well, undoubtedly, the monster will eventually step into the realms of the worst humanity has to offer when it comes to love.
He courts this handsome young Dreamer with the sole intent of sparking jealousy. He wants to taste Langdon's distaste. His possessiveness. To see just how much, or litte, Michael can tolerate.
And as he feels Michael's presence enter the Dreaming, the Corinthian acts upon its whims. Pulling the Dreamer into a tight embrace. His tongue forced down the back of the bewildered man's throat. It doesn't take long for the Dreamer to discover he's really into it. And the Corinthian knows it. His hand are all over him. Pawing at beige attire in an attempt to understand what lies beneath.
Only, their impromptu makeout session is interrupted by whipping sands that lash out with malicious intent. Forcing the Creation and his Dreamer to part, as they look around the changing landscape with bewilderment. The Corinthian knows this is Michael's doing, but he had not expected such a visceral reaction. And then his little experimental toy is sliced apart. Returning to a terrified, panting mess tucked comfortably in his bed.
The Corinthian backs up a step as the sands die down around it, and his attention is drawn to Michael. Spying the utter agony in his eyes, and the tears that accompany it. It lets itself be pulled forward with a gasp. Blond brows quivered as though it doesn't understand what it has done to deserve such ire.
"Yours?" The Nightmare repeats, and a soft, dismissive laugh shudders past ocular maws.
"I'm Dream's, Michael. He simply lets you play with me."
His jealousy tastes delicious.
