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The Waking World.
Nightmares like you made a very few visits here, and you could already feel it inside you, how you didn’t belong here, and how every small grain of sand you were made of screamed you to return to The Dreaming.
But, you had asked the Dream Lord for a chance to talk to your runaway love. The Corinthian, maybe you could persuade him to come back without Dream having to chase after him. Sending you could actually make The Corinthian listen.
And, very reluctantly, he agreed and sent you on your way.
This alleyway was exactly the kind of place you knew your former lover liked you stalk his victims, and before long, your prediction came true as he stepped out from the shadows. His smile appeared even before meeting your eyes as he muttered your name. “You came to me.”
You shook your head. “You need to come back to The Dreaming immediately.”
He sighed. “And why would I do that, when the whole world would kneel in front of me if I made the humans see what they truly are?”
“This is not our realm to mess with. Your realm were supposed to be the dreams you terrorized."
“Dream sent you, didn’t he?” he purred, circling you. “He sent a nightmare to bring another nightmare back to be destroyed.”
You scoffed. “You’ve failed our Master, Corinthian. You should know by now that running away to mess with the Waking World will get you destroyed. You’re his most marvellous creation and he was so proud of you, but you just had to ruin it and now, yes, he wants you in front of him to be judged, as he should.”
He groaned. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. You want to let me go. We had a connection, didn’t we? I saw how you looked at me last time we saw each other.”
You took a step towards him, shaking your head. “You destroyed that connection the moment you chose to cause chaos in a world that is not ours to rule.”
He grinned, also taking a step towards you, so close you felt his breath on your face. You blinked and swallowed, he knew exactly what such a move did to you, he knew your feelings hadn’t disappeared completely, no matter how you had convinced Dream and yourself.
He took the chance the moment he saw the hesitation in your eyes and caught your wrist, tugging you flush against him. You yelped, your eyes widening as he leaned in close.
“I will have you one day, my little nightmare,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.
And then, he was gone, his footsteps echoing along the alleyway you stood at, staring forward.
You should have felt disgusted.
Horrified.
Ran to the Dream Lord and begged for his help.
Expose The Corinthian’s plans.
But instead… you didn’t feel any of that. Instead, you felt like going after him and tell him you want to help him. This unexplainable wave of… affection? A crush?
And it scared you more than anything.