Turbulence
(a Corintheus RP | chapter masterlist )
A month had passed since the Corinthian's recreation, and in that time his creator barely let him out of his sight. The nightmare was given leave to perform his function, but only that; every other moment of his time was spent by Dream's side, even when his lord was performing his own duties around the Dreaming.
Part of the Corinthian felt that there nothing amiss in this; he loved Dream, and he wished to be by his side. But another part, the ancient core of him, knew that something was amiss. He could not remember decades of his existence, and the few occasions that he'd spoken to other dreams and nightmares told him that they knew something that he didn't.
He would have brought his concerns to Dream sooner, but much of their time together pleased the Corinthian; how could he even think to ask when his creator so readily gave everything of himself to the nightmare? Their first night had only been the beginning, and every time they came together since felt like nothing else he’d ever experienced-- in this life or the last.
He was still debating on what to say as he returned to the castle, making his way to the throne room after a successful hunt. The dreamer had been a sweet young man, and his screams had sounded like music. His blood was running hot, and Dream had bid him return to his side as soon as he was done.
As he made his way through the halls, however, he stopped. Someone was in the throne room with Dream, and the agitated tone of Lucienne’s voice did not sound as if she would appreciate her audience being interrupted.
“--it’s not right,” Lucienne said. “I don’t know if this is your way of punishing him, but please think about how it looks to the rest of your subjects. Despite her transgression, you would never have treated Gault this way.”
There was an exhale of breath, as if the librarian was steeling herself. “I tried to hold my tongue, sire,” she continued. “I thought that if I gave you time, you would come to your senses. But you haven’t given any quarter; if anything, you’ve been getting worse.”
