#[ corinth 2 dreaming in the non-sleeping sense around miecz/considering being with him A Dream Come True. ]

[nightmarecountry]

He’s holding hands with the second corinthian, watching their hands in the low light. Palm to palm, fingers then lacing together. It’s calm.

The Corinthian doesn't sleep. All the same, he feels like as if he's dreaming; as if home were calling to him not as a purpose-bound nightmare but a visitor; as if he were a person, with dreams and fantasies like any other to draw him in...

Being here with you, he thinks, is the closest I'm going to get.

The irony of it makes him smile. He tilts his head to rest it against Miecz's, watching their joined hands make shadows on the wall while Miecz's tousled hair tickles his cheek.

(He needs a haircut, he keeps lamenting, he has to look professional for work--and every time, the Corinthian runs his hands through fluffy locks and complains that he's oh-so-fucking-pretty like this, and why would you take that away from me?)

"I think I can get away with another night," he murmurs. Even as he says it, he can feel that Dream wants him back: not the cozy, sleepy sensations he'd had just moments ago, but the real thing. The Dreaming tugging his leash while they both see how long he'll resist its pull. "Unless you want me to go back..."

#ic. #v: the remake #postguilt #[ i am sobbing and crying. ] #[ corinth 2 dreaming in the non-sleeping sense around miecz/considering being with him A Dream Come True. ]