#thenightmareofyourdrems

[sanguisproditor]

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked:

❛  you won't say it, but i know you blame me.  ❜ ~ seb (did i choose angsty post "in the shadow of the relic" stuff? yes i did)

Nimue wasn't really certain what she was supposed to do now. She'd never liked Sebastian's use of the Dark Arts. She'd tried, like Ominis, to stop him from going down that path. She'd been too slow, she should have done more. This was her fault. Her jaw had firmly set as she stared at nothing in particular. The Keepers had told her that curing Anne through ancient magic was possible, that it wouldn't hurt Anne, but they'd been very clear about the fact that she would need a container for the curse once it was out. It needed to go somewhere. It was a container, or taking it on herself. Despite asking Professor Fig to look for a container of goblin silver, one hadn't been found yet.

She should have just bitten the bullet, taken the curse. Better her than Anne. Better her than Sebastian.

Did she blame Sebastian? Her dark brown gaze flicked towards him. "I don't blame you for trying to save Anne." He cared. People did terrible things for those they loved. That was a fact Nimue knew well. Morals would bend, lives could be taken, you'd give your very soul. "Solomon did try to kill us. Killing him was self-defense, but it... It shouldn't have gotten to that point, no." She should have taken the curse herself.

Her voice was tired as she continued. "I don't care that you killed him, Bash. I care how it was done. You told me that you could stop, that you could pull yourself back." In truth, though, she'd never actually believed that he could. It wasn't that she didn't believe he would want to, she had every belief that what had happened hadn't been intended or even wanted. The Dark Arts were an addiction, no different than any other. Getting free of the darkness was hard once it sunk teeth into you.

[moved-rh4egar]

sneaking into the forbidden section of the library no longer had the edge it used to have; it's secrets all but exhausted. and still he itches and aches for some simple mischief; running through lithic hallways at night, avoiding the nosy prefects, a round of crossed wands leaving their opponents sore for the following weeks. it seemed like a world so long ago. things change, the dragon's heir was well aware, but he cannot help the sinking feelig of bitter nostalgia. ❝ sebastian -- ❞ his name leaves him nigh unconsciously, like a soft prayer. would he beggar for his friend's attention like this? HIM, to be greater than salazar slytherin himself.

'got a letter from anne this morning, i have yet to read it. -- no.

❝ i want to get out of the castle, preferably for the whole damn weekend. ❞ a pale finger draws idle circles upon the timeworn couch's torn leather. there is a silent question in the tone of his the heir's words. ❝ COME WITH ME? ❞ let's brave the forbidden forest, let's climb on dragonback and let nagini carry us onto the shores. anything was better than these stuffed halls.

@thenightmareofyourdrems liked for a starter.

[dynastymuses]

* 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍: 𝐒𝟏.

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked: ❝are you spying on me now?❞ tyler&wednesday

wednesday smirked with disgust ❝don't flatter yourself, i am just making sure since you are out, you are not harming others.❞ she had to keep an eye on him because he was a dangerous hyde. he also made threats against enid. that was the reason she had to, and nothing he would say would change that. he was a monster and she was the only one who was going to get him back in prison.

[lookedinfinite]

"you said you were hungry, so i brought you something." from @thenightmareofyourdrems / jack

helping him out wasn't a good choice.  maeve was clever enough to know when her empathy was a failing rather than a gift - and yet it didn't stop her determination to do the right thing,  regardless of the complications to undercover work.  bar was much calmer after hours: without endless eyes, endless sounds,  all the things that kept her too busy to doubt herself.  (she could pretend - at least to herself - she was trying to avoid his ruining her cover.  but somehow she doubted he'd actually intentionally get her killed, it was hardly magician's style.)

"that's nice of you." surprise burnt at the edges of her tone, a rare faltering where emotions were a litle more visible than she'd like. curious gaze briefly moving up - studying him - working out how to react at unexpected gesture. "you didn't have to."

[angerbuilt]

@thenightmareofyourdrems & starter call / murphy.

"hey!" it's spoken in a whisper-shout, motioning for him to come over towards her. "d'you want some of my sandwich?" a very rare thing for her to share food but... he kinda looks like he needs it. "i can split it in half. you're not allergic to cheese, are you?"

[ignisrosae]

You can't save me. I don't even think I want you to try. ~ sebastian

"You're right... I can't."

That's what everyone wanted her to do, wasn't it? Change his mind? Talk him back from the edge of darkness? Beatrice felt the weight of others' wishes and opinions being placed onto her, and yet she was willing to risk disappointing those who pleaded with her to 'talk some sense into him' by choosing him over what she decided was a flawed idea of righteousness. And frankly, she herself was increasingly irritated watching Sebastian being judged for his faith in a solution to saving his sister that no one else was brave enough to try. Perhaps she was slightly insane, but she didn't believe a lecture was what Sebastian truly needed.

"I can't make your choices for you. I can't keep you from the unknown, or doing whatever it is that everyone else is telling you not to..." Her voice softened, though her eyes held an unwavering intensity as she met his gaze. "But I'm not going to leave you alone in this, either." She refused to believe Sebastian was a monster, or a lost cause. She didn't want to alter his fate, or "fix" him. But she would stand with him, a choice she had already made because despite everything, she still trusted him.

"Whatever happens ... I'm still with you. And I'm not going anywhere."

[fangsforhire]

@thenightmareofyourdrems bared their pretty throat : "how long have you been watching me?" ± tyler

‘Long enough to wonder whether you were going to ask, or keep pretending you hadn’t noticed.’

Wasn’t that the funny thing about being watched? People acted offended, but only after they had enjoyed the proof they were worth looking at. Tyler had felt it before he turned, Lucien would have put money on that. The little pause in his shoulders, the question held back for a breath too long, the way suspicion tried to pass itself off as annoyance. Admirable effort. Not especially convincing, but admirable. ( Really, if he wanted privacy he had chosen a tragic amount of personality for someone standing in public. Poor planning. ) Lucien remained where he was, far too comfortable to look guilty, eyes fixed on him with the sort of interest that never bothered pretending to be accidental. Watching was one thing. Reading was another, and Tyler had given away far more in the asking than he had during the silence before it.

‘Why, love? Worried I saw something interesting?’

[nightdaughtcr]

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked: (Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat ~ rand

She had gotten under his skin enough to make him lash out, and she couldn't help but be thrilled by it. Oh, she loved seeing this side of him. Most would be scared, but not her; she had already let saidar fill her, for if she had to fight him off of her. It made her feel everything so much more, and she felt excited. So she couldn't help the small smile from appearing. "Yes, Rand, show me." She got out as he grabbed her throat.

It made her feel more alive than she had in a long time, seeing him volatile like this, his dark side coming out in all the right ways. She knew it had always been in him, but where she had shown her dark side, he had pretended not to have any of it; here it was, though. "Will you try to kill me?"