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Edmond has his hands behind his back as he moves close, kissing Dream, his hands snaking around to grab at his ass-- and then he's moving away, rather /quickly/. And his hands, well, they're dripping with bright red paint...
Edmond intoxicates him too swiftly for anything so tawdry as awareness of his surroundings. As his mate makes a more amorous move, Dream tries to repay sentiment in kind, arms left empty as the Count dances away. Frowning, he reaches out to grasp a hand, silently praying for–
His hand is so slick. Dream studies the place where their skin meets, the paint standing all the more stark against his bloodless palm. The realization is hard as a hammer blow as he remembers the delicious feeling of Edmond’s touch against his rear.
“Why?” he sighs, waving a hand and thus banishing the ruined clothes. His robe forms around him, black with more muted shades of red, but his eyes have not yet changed. He remains unblinking, his feelings of betrayal remaining unspoken.
@storiedprince | continued from ask
They almost burst with laughter right then and there as they get the call. However, they were not stupid. On the contrary, they were quite smart, really. And thus, they answer only with words.
“Not a chance, brother. Not a fucking chance. Why don’t you call me back when you’ve eaten your helmet out of its current casing?” And now they burst, high peeling and cackling laughter echoing in the main chamber of their realm.
It’s the laughter that undoes him, false tenderness burnt to ash, leaving only a scowl that was so much worse on his long face. The heart in his hands might very well crack if he continues to apply such pressure.
“I’m coming through,” he enunciates, and quite clearly. It is not a matter of permissions, but an open statement. Unless they close off their realm, and quickly, the Dream-King might just gain his pound of flesh or die trying.
When Dream next goes to get his helmet, he will find it encased in jello, with a note that only reads ';) <3'
There is only one answer to this, though he works to keep himself placid, outwardly unaffected. His voice is even as ever, perhaps even affable, as he takes the heart into his hands. It is certainly not the carriage of an embodiment who has just found his totem of power completely and openly disrespected. The memory flares red hot in him, but is swiftly cooled. He steadies himself a moment before addressing whoever lie on the other side.
“Sibling, I stand in my gallery, and I hold your sigil. It seems that a most pressing matter has come up in our eldest sister’s realm – would you walk with me?”
First, there was the matter of getting Desire to the Sunless Lands.Then, it would be a matter of ensuring their stay there would be a permanent one. Surely there were ways to kill the impudent brat without shedding blood.
desire: petition for stars in the daytime please?? destruction: why girls already exist dream: the sun

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mun’s big to do for today:
askbox
check new followers
start plotting with those who liked my plotting call
i’m between here and my history multi and my keyblade dad blog so please be patient with me ilu.
Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!
World-building time! Feel free to send in any questions you have about my muse’s past / people from their past and I’ll answer them for you!
dream: you played me like a fiddle! desire: Oh no brother, fiddles are actually difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are.

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warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief) | the poetry sentence meme
warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher. you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade. i am using snippets of her poetry EP “warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief)” which can be found here (the link redirects to a bandcamp page). last time on our poetry sentence meme series, we used warsan shire’s poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” which you can find here.
feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, words, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!! – LIZZY
the unbearable weight of staying (the end of the relationship)
❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜
❛ i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another, searching for the same light. ❜
❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜
❛ did you ever love me? ❜
❛ of course, of course. ❜
❛ are you made of steel? are you made of iron? ❜
❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜
dear moon (the distraction)
❛ you cold, unimaginable thing. ❜
how to wear your mothers lipstick (the desperation)
❛ your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. ❜
❛ you look nothing like your mother. ❜
❛ you look everything like your mother. ❜
❛ i thought i told you to stop calling me. ❜
❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜
questions for the woman i was last night (the honest conversation)
❛ how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? ❜
❛ how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? ❜
❛ why do you find the unavailable so alluring? ❜
❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜
❛ who made you feel so worthless? ❜
❛ if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? ❜
❛ all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. you must have known they could taste the desperate on your skin. ❜
❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜
❛ why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? ❜
❛ how are you both these women, both flighty and needful? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜
i think i know what we did wrong (the realization)
❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜
❛ what a shame. ❜
for women who are difficult to love (the affirmation)
❛ i could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. ❜
❛ you dizzy me; you are unbearable. ❜
❛ every woman before or after you is doused in your name. ❜
❛ you fill my mouth. my teeth ache with the memory of taste. ❜
❛ my body is just a long shadow seeking yours. ❜
❛ you are always too intense, frightening in the way that you want me. ❜
❛ no man can live up to the one who lives in your head. ❜
❛ so what did you want to do, love? split his head open? ❜
❛ you can’t make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that. ❜
❛ if he wants to leave, then let him leave. ❜
❛ you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love. ❜
(the prayer)
❛ (dear god), if it will keep my heart soft, break my heart every day. ❜
@corilliclavis kokoro and hel fighting to the death over aqua while dream refuses to get involved and thus loses her by default when?
desire @ death and del: i love my sisters
desire @ dream: HISSING LIKE A FERAL CAT
dream: they’ve gone rabid. marvelous. we can finally put them down.
Plotting Call! Self-explanatory, like for me to message you about plotting threads between Dream and your muse. Multi-muses and sideblogs, please comment with the muse(s) you would like to have interact.
dream now has three active siblings i am morally obligated to bring him back for whatever time he will give me.
also plot with me.

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i did a short dreadmond fic so uh? i’m so sorry?
dream: edmond i am home now and i am also looking so handsome and also my robe opened? edmond: oooh dream lord ooh edmond: let's do it dream: yes. dream: and i will leave my ruby on.
meanwhile in a 20 mile radius of this event: fairies crying! nuala: dream lord! nightmares turning gay! corinthian: dream lord!
it was amazing.
the end.
love that me and kleffy have plotted a whole century-and-more romance between edmond and dream, replete with lust turning to love, and the slow introduction of a former human into the world of the vertigo-setting, and a love that endures after 70 years of absence and another handful of years healing and righting wrongs and becoming better for the other’s sake as much as for selfish reasons...
and all we ever show is the smut. yes. excellent.