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Do you think he gets smaller every time?? If we slice and dice him, are we gonna have hundreds of mini Coris???

“Yeah? What else is there?” It’s not a real question: he’s already looking away, driving the point of his knife into the back of the chair he’s sitting backwards in, something bitter-gold and brittle rising in the back of his head. He hates this version of him, he thinks, or he at least wishes he did: older and scarred and more at peace with himself, like he’s found meaning in the purpose they’ve both been assigned across worlds.

It shouldn’t matter, that he is cruel, that they are cruel. It’s how they were made and he likes what he is. He isn’t Gault, desperate to be something she wasn’t.

But sometimes, in the scattered red fragments of a life he didn’t live, he doesn’t see victory: he sees petty rage and cowardice in his predecessor’s apathy towards the lives it took. The senselessness of it all, trying to take things it couldn’t hope to keep, running forever and fuck you to whoever got screwed over in the process. In those moments the second Corinthian feels not the envy of freedom he is so accustomed to but black and blistering disgust.

He flicks the knife up, presses it bloodlessly against the palm of his other hand. It doesn’t cut, even when he thinks about how it might feel to drive it through his double’s eye.

Two little eyes peeked around the tree. Irises so dark they almost looked black constricted to focus on him, not that one could tell. Instead there is something unsettling in her wake, at least to the mortals, like being watched by something. Sometimes that was all it was, the idea of being watched. Teenagers and tweens really disliked the idea of being watched she had found, as if their every movement was being judged and scrutinised by something that was a little too Uncanny Valley to be comfortable with. 

“Are you back?” 

The question is quiet, a little timid, and yet she was brave enough to ask it. Yet, awkwardly she leans out from her hiding place. Violet eyes and jet black hair, she has at least modernised from the last time she saw him, even if the dark blue sweatshirt with little white cat pawprints on it and the pink pants was borderline garish. The kind of combo that would get a high schooler ridiculed on the first day of term.

“Is His Majesty back?” 

Ah, there was the question she had actually wanted to ask. She thought so. The Dreaming seemed to be…better. As if it were more together. She could walk it as it was, rather than hiding in the shadows of teenagers dreams. It had been a long time since she had seen either of them. So long that she had stopped counting. Annie had only briefly seen Lucienne while she was conducting her census and even then she’d refused to come out of the shadow.

And like, the more I learn ooc about the lore (thank you @esoptron and @nightmarecountry), the more I just think that Riona would understand why nightmares exist and the balance of good and bad and all of it.

And I think that's why Riona would be able to be friends with Wilds' Corinthian 2.0, even when Corinthian 1.0 freaked her the fuck out.

I think that Riona still doesn't necessarily ever fully grasp the conceptual aspect of them, especially because they appear to her as being faerie-like, and she's had an ongoing relationship with Wilds' Dream for, well, what feels like lifetimes.

The pretense was endearing while it lasted. Dream's vast senses had attuned to the Corinthian's presence even if his physical manifestation paid little overt attention; watching him without watching him, feeling the slow wandering of him around the great space that is slowly, bit-by-bit shaping itself into a greenhouse. There are few things in it thus far: mostly tools, packets of seedlings. It takes some time for his nightmare to speak, but Dream pauses when he does, listening. His hands are dark with soil.

"Fun? Hm."

Dream considers it. None of these items are necessary. None of this is necessary. All of it could be done with a thought; with the barest exertion of his will. He could raise the glass walls and ceilings and let greenery blossom and burst around them. It could be done in moments, with none of this toil. He would not have to touch the soil he spreads for planting. He would not have to take up a trowel to dig little holes for the seeds. He would not have to water them, tend to them, talk to them or watch them grow from seed to sprout to fully-fledged plant.

And where would the magic in that be?

"Yes..." Dream says, slowly. "Yes, I suppose it is."

He thumbs at some of the dirt between his fingertips, watching the little grains fall to meet the rest of the soil. Morpheus would never have dirtied his hands thus. He would have taken the obvious, instant route, or he would have assigned dreamkin to the task; Mervyn, perhaps, and others, and left them to it. And the greenhouse, the layout, the placement of the plants--it would have been neat, orderly. This one will be what it will be: it will be wild.

"I think..." Hesitation, then. He glances at the nightmare and then away, down to the seeds he hasn't yet covered with the soil they need to grow. Then he kneels down to be closer to them, pristine robes pooling around him in a flood of white.

Morpheus would never have knelt.

He could tell that something was off. Something was wrong. But he couldn't place what it was. He whirled about, and his cape seemed to appear and disappear around him.

Am I asleep? he wondered, grasping behind him to see if the cape was there or not.

It felt both there and missing, like he was holding something just heavier than air.

I have to be asleep for this to make sense.

But he also hadn't gone to sleep.

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