#eternal

Reaching for a weapon of choice. Sensing the smallest of shifts in the atmosphere. Barely needing to look for you knew it was him. “You shouldn’t be here.” You let out, storing the sword away by your hip. Turning your back on him. “Please.” Morpheus let out beggingly.

You reached for a shield, hand interrupted by his finding steadiness on yours. “I am going, Morpheus.” Stating clearly to him there was no changing your mind. “If you leave, you might never return.” He answered pleadingly. Hoping get through to you for this pointless war. A war angels would fight for mortals. 

Turning your posture more towards him, you reached a hand up to his cheek. Closing his eyes, he leaned in to your touch. Taking in every detail of it. “Who will I be, if I stay?” Your lips formed for you could never walk away from your oath. An angel’s oath. Morpheus slowly opened his eyes once more. Cupping your jawline with his hands.

“This shall not be our last.” Whispering as he drew near. Kissing your lips tenderly. Allowing his lips to trace every detail. Lips lasting in touch as long as they could when the kiss broke off. Morpheus and your foreheads touched. “Princess.” Speaking the nickname he had for you one last forgiving time. 

Stepping back, you drifted away from his touch. Slipping though his fingers with a heavy sigh. Watching you join your fellow angels. Stepping out of those doors to ascend to the heavens. Sky rumbled. Clouds flickering with light that danced within them. Screams and shouts even overpowering the loudest of rumbles.

Screaming loud, your spear pierced one. Wings flapping strongly. Launching back, avoiding one of your falling sisters. Spiraling down to the fallen battlefield. Shouting loud with tears in your eyes, you reached your hand to her. 

A moment of focus loss. Body receiving the impact from above. Gasping loud as the creature was on your back. Sending you down spiraling. Reaching behind you, you tried to grab it. Snatch it off your back before both would fall to your eternal rest. With loud groans, you managed to grab a hold of its ankle.

Flinging the creature off your back into the skies. Wings flapping strongly, you found balance once more. Hearing a loud scream, your head turned immediately. Seeing one of your elderly sisters struggle with a devil. Dipping face down, you dove in the wind. Sword out. Calling it out when you wanted to pierce him. 

The devil’s head snapped your way, blocking your weapon with one of his own. A clash of metal, repeatedly. Fighting for dominance. Warring the devil out. He smiled exhaustingly at your raised sword. Crying out, jamming your hands down. Breath suddenly choking in your throat.

Lowering your gaze at the metal tip, dripping with blood. Morpheus clutched his heart, huffing breathless. “My lord?” Lucienne called out in a panic. The lord’s body gently rocking with rushed pants. Lucienne blinked and her lord had vanished. 

Fluttering his eyes open, they widened with shock. Barren wasteland painted with red. “Y….” Your name thickening in his throat. Hazily he ventured forwards. Glancing left and right at the fallen bodies. Angels and devils tangled up. His footsteps became weak with each taken one.

Keeping a hand on his lower stomach. Stumbling through barren wasteland. Breath choking with the clear ache in his heart. “Y/n!” He screamed out. Rushing over to you. Diving to his knees to be at your side.

“Y/n…Y/n…princess.” Throat forming a knot, hard to swallow. Slowly rolling you over to your back. Sputtering out sobs. Carefully picking you up onto his lap. Bringing your foreheads to touch. “My love…my eternal love…”

Brushing his hand repeatedly down your cheek. Head lifting up to the heavens, he roared out a scream. A cry of pain able to shake the heavens and earths. His eternal promise. 

Eyes flashed open at the annoyance of the alarm clock. Turning your head, you noticed the time. “Sh*t.” Cursing, slapping the alarm desperately to silence. Jumping out of bed, you hurried yourself to get dressed. Little time for breakfast, you picked up a cup of coffee on your way to the door from the counter.

Face turning sour at the cold, tasteless yesterday’s coffee. Snatching your purse by the door, you rushed out. Rushing down the flight of stairs onto the streets. Groaning at yourself for you surely remembered to have set the alarm right. Running, you tried to make something of your hair.

Brushing through people that were on a slower pace. You couldn’t delay. There had to be speed and swiftness. Taking a quick glance left and right, you ran up to the cross walk. Ready to sprint over, caught by sturdy arms before your foot could leave the paveway.

“Whoah, whoah, whoah.” The man let out. Loud honking followed like a trail behind him. Fading away around the corner. Staring up to the man, you stared baffled back at him for a moment. Shoving yourself off him a second later. “I am in a hurry!” You shouted at him. 

The man laughed in disbelief at your reaction. “You were nearly run over by a car!” He replied at your carelessness. “Well you have my utmost thanks, but I must go.” Tossing him a sarcastic smile. Checking quickly again, you stepped onto the cross walk.

Barely making it one stripe further, feeling the sudden tug on your wrist. “Princess.” The man said breathlessly, pulling you away from the street. “What did you just call me?” You responded, slightly offended. He immediately moved his hands up. “I…I am sorry.” Saying with a shy chuckle. 

“It is dangerous if you are this hastened.” He cleared up. With a wary expression, you pulled your wrist free. “I’ll be sure to tell my mother.” Jabbing at his concern with sarcasm. “Y/n…” Your name breathlessly in his voice. Another pull at your wrist to keep you in place.

A distant whisper in the fleeting air. “I’ll take you…” Saying with haste. You eyed the man up and down. Taking a step back for there was no way you would go with a total stranger. “No thanks.” You politely informed him. “You are in a rush and I have a way of transportation.” 

The way he formed the words made you perk your eyebrow up. Checking your phone, you knew you had been wasting precious time. Hoping he wouldn’t end up being a serial killer, you gave in. Responsibilities winning over fear.

“You better not try anything.” Giving him a hard slap on his chest with the back of your hand. He bowed his head, hand near his heart. Gesturing at you to follow him to a black car just up ahead. “Who even are you?” You questioned, getting  in his car. He curled up a smile. “Morpheus.” 

Adjusting his front mirror. “And you Princess are Y/n.” Stepping on the gas, making you fling to the back of your seat. “Stop saying that!” You called out, holding on tight to the car door. The car came to a roaring stop by your workplace.

“I’ll come pick you up.” Morpheus spoke, leaning down to your seat. His words cut off with no response by the loud shutting of the door in his face. Watching you hurry inside through the window. 

Batting his gaze down, he exhaled deep. He had hoped his name would jog up some of your memories. Memories perhaps completely forgotten. Yet his eternal promise was not. Still strong even within this new life of yours. Reincarnated as a human. His once promised angel. 

“Morning Princess.” Morpheus spoke with a cheeky smile. Rolling your eyes, you accepted the cup of coffee from him. “Will you stop that?” Snapping at him. Morpheus removed himself from against the brick wall, falling in step with you. “Not for an eternity.” He responded teasingly.

Having lowered himself a bit to you, before brushing past you. Scoffing loud, you could strangle him for being so annoying. Always princess this and princess that. Morpheus slowed his walk down so you could easily keep up. “Don’t you have places to be?” You asked with a quirked up eyebrow. 

“Why, are you trying to get rid of me Princess?” Chuckling deeply at his own amusement. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful shove. There was soft cawing, catching your attention. “Oh look, Matthew is requesting you.” Gesturing at the crow, circling above your heads.

Morpheus glanced briefly up to the crow. “That is not Matthew, Y/n.” He simply responded. Smirking at your annoyed expression. “Are you truly trying to wimple me off, Princess?” Giving your shoulder a little nudge with his own.

“Maybe.” You responded with a cheeky smile. Glancing bashfully away. “Now I regret telling you, if you only are to use this for made up excuses.” Morpheus sighed out, tugging his hands in his coat’s pocket. “I was only joking!” You blurted out, not wanting to offend the lord of dreams and nightmares.

A smirk curled up at the corner of his lips. Turning his head to you. “So was I.” Saying in a husky voice. That flashy smile he teased you with made you swallow softly. Wondering how he got so easily under your skin. Constant teasing and flirting that your heart had begun to ache for his. Filling a hole that had been since you were born. 

That night, you quickly found sleep. Drifting through the dreaming world where all mortals would go. Vision blurry trying to pin-point at a certain desire from within. Shuddering out an exhale, the vision cleared. Eyes slowly opening to a wondrous castle.

Turning around to look at every corner. The dress brushed over the floor with every turn. Fabric soft in your hands. “Y/n.” Upon hearing your name, you took a breathless step back. Moving more back at the appearance of Morpheus from behind a pillar. He took a tentative look around. Curling up a smile at your choice of dream. 

“What…what are you doing here?” You answered pantingly. Batting his gaze down, he curled up a smile. “You wanted me here.” He responded stepping closer to the center you found yourself in. Thoughtfully you tried to recall why. “Princess.” His voice deep with a flinter of cherished melancholy.

Bringing your chin up by his thumb. Wanting your eyes to meet. Those forgotten eyes he had waited for a very long time. Swallowing softly, you felt yourself be compelled to lower your gaze to his lips. A husky chuckling breath teasing you. 

“Morpheus…” You whispered out. Shushing you lovingly, he cherished your face in his hands. Brushing a stray hair aside. You rested a hand to the back of his neck. Feeling your heart thump loudly in your chest. Fighting for freedom. Getting lightly on the tips of your toes, you reached up to him.

Lips parted with a shuddering breath. Nearing as his breath intertwined with yours. Joining your other hand by his neck for support. Lips prickling with senses. Entangling your fingers by his neck, giving him the slightest push forwards. Eyes closed for a touch. A touch of air. 

Fluttering your eyes open, your surroundings had changed. Sitting up, running a confused hand through your hair. Fingers touching your lips for they had not been satisfied. Reality settled in, making you groan loud, falling back in your pillow. Whilst getting dressed, a sudden thought crossed your mind.

He was the lord of dreams and nightmares. What if whatever you dreamed about wasn’t just fiction. What if he truly had been there…in the flesh. Humiliation overcame you. Feeling stupid and ashamed you had your hidden desires swirl to the top. 

Hastening out the door, you hoped a bit of fresh air would do you good. Hastening across the street. Taking a different route to try and avoid him. Clearing a path between bushes, you forced your own path to the park. “Y/n.” Startled by his sudden presence with you in the bushes.

Panting loud, you ignored him, forcing a way through. Stumbling into an open grassfield. Looking over your shoulder, you wanted to see if he was in pursuit. “Y/n.” Announced by your side. Yelping loud at his sudden presence to your left. 

Panicking, you took a run for it. Running past benches towards the playground. “Y/n stop.” Morpheus spoke, standing behind the empty swings. Avoiding his gaze intently, you nearly tripped over your own feet, changing quick directions.

“This is pointless.” He sighed out, appearing right in front of you. Shrieking loud, you stumbled back. Falling down. Morpheus bent through his knees, offering you his hand. Swallowing hard, you avoided his gaze. Aware he was right. Running away was pointless, for he would always find you. 

With a heavy sigh, you accepted his hand. Looking down. “I have to be somewhere.” You let out, turning away from him. “No, you don’t.” Morpheus replied, tugging at your arm. You hated that he knew your plans and daily life. You felt his hand cherish over yours.

“Why are you avoiding me, Princess?” Trying to get your attention. You paused, muscles contracting at that nickname. The one you had heard numerous times with no reason. Batting your gaze down, you let yourself go. Wanting to be close to him.

Holding the back of his neck, you gave that little push to shove him forwards. Your lips catching his. Deepening the touch before following his movement. Caring little for who you would condemn for this kiss between a mortal and an endless.

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