imagine being the corinthian. like. yeah. you were created for your lord's attention and you got it, for a bit, and then he disappeared for years on end and then you get tired and go out to find him and then he does come back and the disappointment in morpheus's eyes absolutely kills you because he was finally back but it was only because you had done wrong and i think it must have been so sad to finally find the man you've been so scared of losing just to see that much disgust in his eyes and know that no matter what you did, you weren't his priority anymore and even if you were his masterpiece, there would be more than you, better than you, and you let the man you love who loved you so fucking much but was so fucking afraid of losing you unmake you and he does it so gently and sweetly and you don't feel any pain and the last thing you ever get to see is your lord's eyes filled with tears and the last thing you hear is that he's sorry he failed you and then he remakes you and there's still something off about he way he looks at you, and there's something cold in his touch and rushed in his voice and you're so fucking frustrated so once you finally corner him and demand answers he can't even look at you, can't look at those eyeteeth he spent so long admiring and creating and you ask him if he hates you now, if he hates this new you he created from the dust of the old and he says no, he says he loves you and that he can't hurt you the same way he had before and you would be crying, now, if you could as you tell him that he is hurting you, that ignoring you is hurting you, and those beautiful, beautiful eyes are filled with tears and you feel so goddamn awful and you just let your head drop and and he just watches and you're pretty sure he's disgusted, he's disappointed, but he just slowly, as if he's afraid to break you, wraps his arms around you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder and you can't breathe and he smells so good, he smells like home and you've been so fucking homesick and you promise him you'll behave this time and he just strokes your hair and tells you he never made you to play by the rules, anyway.