Blow my Horn I dare you

A hand landed in the center of his chest, softly, as if Horn had been in the process of reaching out to him and his sitting up had halted her motion. She perched on the edge of his mattress, her skirts flared around her primly.

“You were…” She didn’t finish the sentence. Screaming. He had been screaming. Horn had never heard such a sound before, and if she had been forced to be honest - it had scared her.

“Dreaming.” That was what she settled on, possibly to protect his pride. Her hand hadn’t moved, and for a second she wished she was alive still, so she could use body heat to give comfort. Crowley’s chest against her palm likewise felt like marble.

Horn couldn’t even remember the last time her Lord had slept. As vampires, it was more a passing of idle time than true rest, but it did help with faster rejuvenation. And he could use it after that nonsense Ferid had dragged him into, which was why Horn had insisted. Now she felt guilty for having caused him pain, indirectly.

“Are you alright, my Lord?” She kept her tone gentle, meant only for the space between them.

If there was anything that made him feel more pathetic than the idea of feeling like he was being cared for. It only made the sting that lingered from the nightmare grow intense. He knew the hit on his pride would heal eventually, even if the hurt would last longer in his memories than anyone else’s.

Still the feel of Horn’s hand on his chest felt good, in it’s own unusual way. His heart didn’t race or anything so extravagant but it did help settle the rush of adrenaline that had come with the nightmare.

Like a true masochist he tried to remember the horrid dream only to fall blank, so lost in his thoughts he missed Horn’s question until a few seconds after it left her lips. 

He forced a smile that just hurt to make as he reached out to rest a hand on her wrist, lacking the energy to give a convincing lie he settled with giving an answer that sounded better than he truly felt, “I will be, the injuries are simply troublesome… I hope I didn’t disturb whatever you were doing did I?”

"I live to serve you, my Lord. Nothing would ever be more important."

A truth she wouldn't admit to him was the simple fact that Horn had been close by, doing nothing but keeping an eye out. Crowley slept so seldomly she had felt oddly vulnerable while he had been in repose. The uncomfortable sensation had mingled with a surge of protectiveness, keeping her near the chamber.

"Your injuries should have healed by now... do you need blood? I could-" get some. But there were no humans around here, not from what she could tell.

Offer some. But what good would her blood do for a superior being? There were several ranks between them, and while Crowley's blood was very beneficial to her, the same could probably not be said vice-versa.

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The concept of having him having actual living quarters had felt strange ever since he fell under Ferid’s command. He never really even used it, more often than not favoring his office or where ever he was needed at the time. 

In fact the whole reason he found himself in sleeping in the far too large bed was because he had been, for lack of a better word, forced to rest. He hadn’t been tired at the time but apparently even after being a vampire for seven centuries others still insisted that he rest of nearly getting his ass handed to him after Ferid had the audacity to run his mouth (again) and get Crowley caught in the cross fire.

He hadn’t even meant to fall asleep, it just simply happened. One moment he was wide awake the next he was in his own version of hell. 

He found himself on his knees, arms bound tightly behind his back. He knelt before an altar in a church. Behind the cross was a giant windowless frame that allowed every bit of sun light to shine through. 

He didn’t feel the burn immediately but he did feel the anxiety of knowing what was to come. Anxiety which only grew with each passing that the pain didn’t come. 

He had no idea how long it was before it hit him but when it did he swore it hurt more than anything he had ever felt. He swore that it started beneath his flesh and bloomed outward like an explosion but without the blood and gore. 

He tried to scream as he felt the flames engulf him but no sound came from his lips as before his eyes so many faces of men he didn’t recall appeared before him. All of them wearing scowls as they drew their blades in unison. 

One at a time they approached him, the one coming first looked just vaguely familiar to him. As if he was a man that had been important to Crowley at one point. 

“BURN IN HELL! BLASPHEMOUS TRAITOR!” The stranger bellowed, raising his blade to strike.

Crowley came back out of his dream with a jolt. His body sitting up of it’s own volition, the panic raw but calming quickly as he realized where he was… and that he wasn’t alone.

"You were..." She didn't finish the sentence. Screaming. He had been screaming. Horn had never heard such a sound before, and if she had been forced to be honest - it had scared her.

"Dreaming." That was what she settled on, possibly to protect his pride. Her hand hadn't moved, and for a second she wished she was alive still, so she could use body heat to give comfort. Crowley's chest against her palm likewise felt like marble.

Horn couldn't even remember the last time her Lord had slept. As vampires, it was more a passing of idle time than true rest, but it did help with faster rejuvenation. And he could use it after that nonsense Ferid had dragged him into, which was why Horn had insisted. Now she felt guilty for having caused him pain, indirectly.

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

”STOP DESTROYING THE HOUSE

“Today we’ll try to prove that ghosts exist.”

“A pointy hat– three newts–”

“Cults and human sacrifices…the goatman throws people off the bridge, too.”

“That being said… Lets dive into the theory–”

“There were always stories of people disappearing in these woods…” Makes soft *hoo* sounds. Spooky.

“Yes, I think I heard a scream. In the woods. Hear that?”

“Of course!” Leans down to whisper in his ear.

“This is MY bridge now.”

Pats him on the head. “There, there.”

“You answered my call!” 

“I need attention. Horn get in here.”

“And what is the right thing? Yours, or his? You are being manipulated, darling.” It broke her heart to see him like this. It seemed Sinbad needed something to believe in, because trauma response was not a thing in this world as it had been in hers before the apocalypse. “He could be lying to you, telling you what you want to hear only to betray you later. Those are a zealot’s words. A world cannot be unified under a fanatic.”

Horn made sure to keep her voice gentle, even if her words could be considered harsh. “You’ll do all the dirty work. You will be blamed. It will be spun to be your fault. I don’t want that for you.” She closed her eyes for a moment to calm her emotions. “You want a better world for everyone. I get that, I truly do. But you can’t erase free will in everyone so they’ll follow you.”

He pondered her words momentarily. He seemed disappointed that she wouldn’t understand him. He knew he was right, he was rarely ever wrong. Only he could do it, only he knew best for those in this world.

He looked disappointed, but Horn refused to agree with him just to keep the peace. She liked to think they were closer than that. "Imagine for a moment, just a moment, that you might be wrong in pursuing this. I'm not saying that you are, but it is always wise to consider every option, yes?"

“Someone who destroyed their world and moved on to the next to manipulate someone else to do the same is no God.” There was a hint of cold in her voice - Horn knew well what happened to a world, the people in it, when one or a few thought themselves superior, even if that intention started out for the good of the world.

“You’re a good man. I know you are, Sin. There is devastation in your past, but that doesn’t mean there has to be any in your future.” It had to be hard to be responsible for so many people, to want to do good and fail. She could see how heavy it weighed on him. And it made her angry that whoever this entity was preyed on him. “When you force your will on everyone else, do you really think it won’t turn out the same as it did in the last world?”

She had a point, but..

“I truly believe I could do it better.” He sounded determined. But he knew she wouldn’t give her approval, which for some reason weighed heavy on him too. He wasn’t sure why it mattered so much what she thought of him or what he would do but it did. Perhaps it was because he respected her wisdom and her opinion as much as his own.

The blonde watched him carefully, quiet while he spoke and tried to explain his situation. Disjointed as it was, his terror was palpable. “It had to go somewhere, so you took it?” It was exactly like him to do something so drastic. Horn sighed, turning to him again when he stopped.

“So you want to change this world for what you believe is the better - and then you hear a story about someone who tried that, did that, and it went terribly wrong? Look at me.” Her fingers curled around his cheeks again. “There is a lesson in there for you. What happened is a tragedy, and I understand you feel…. Tainted, in a way, but think about what you are saying.”

Her voice never raised, never strayed from kind. It was her one talent. “This someone seems you from a different world, yes? And he suffered the mistakes he made. You can learn from that, and not repeat them. You have a choice, still.”

He looked to her as she placed his hands to her cheeks, almost leaning into them, holding onto them tightly– they would keep him grounded from reliving memories he had buried deep down. His eyes this time were softer. 

“But my destiny has already changed.” He spoke soft at first. “He changed it, but he showed me what I could do. He gives me the power to do so. But I can’t do it unless all this war stops. How do I stop this war? How can I make everyone realize that we can ascend to a world of peace if they just listen.” He started to sound frustrated.