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The rain pattered against the windowsill as you sat across from the nightmare, who was currently cleaning his knife. Silence in the room was kind of suffocating, but you didn’t really feel like speaking when he was like that, frustrated about the information he had acquired.
The Corinthian’s rage against his master was truly palpable. He had managed to swipe you with him when he escaped The Dreaming, telling you he finds you interesting and wants to get to know you a little better. You were reluctant at first, but you did admit you felt something for him, something your master wouldn’t have approved if he ever found out about you two. Or maybe he already knew, and now you were both traitors who would be destroyed when found.
“He’s escaped hasn’t he?” you mumbled, and Corinthian paused with cleaning his knife, his head turning towards you slightly.
“Yes.”
You swallowed. “He’s coming for us.”
“Not if we catch Rose Walker first and convince her to destroy him.”
You took in a breath. “What will happen if we destroy him? To the world, I mean?”
Corinthian flicked the knife shut and pocketed it. “Another will take his place, and we’re making sure it’s someone we can mold into what’s best for us. Dream is serving the humankind and is always overlooking us over humankind.”
You hummed, looking down at the floor with a few bloody droplets scattered around. You raised your eyes to Corinthian again. “What if we can’t—”
Corinthian took a hold of your chin, tilting your head up. “It’s not what if we can’t find her, it’s when we find her. I’d have thought you already knew I don’t plan on failing, my sweet nightmare.”
Him calling you his never failed to cause flutters in your abdomen. So you nodded, your face blazing with his words. “I know.”
He let go of your chin, his fingers dragging along your jaw before retreating. “Good.”
You blinked a few times to focus again. “Have you ever respected him? The Dream Lord?”
He huffed. “It’s been centuries but… yes. I did once.”
You tilted your head. “Why did you change your mind about him?”
He paused, opening his mouth for a moment before speaking. “I mostly respected him because he gave me life. But eventually, as I saw how sickeningly dutiful he was, how he always put the humankind over his own people… I realised I don’t have to respect him because he doesn’t respect me either.”
Silence ensued from that, before he approached you again. “But now… as we aren’t under his power anymore, we can do whatever we want, my sweet nightmare.”
You smirked at him. “Yes. I know we can. And I’ll go wherever will you go.”