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A Taste for the Waking (Closed RP)

The Nightmare’s mind was transfixed on what he had experienced during his first visit to the Waking world.

After what felt like an age of asking, Dream had finally granted his wish and brought him to Paris. Giving the Nightmare a taste of what the Waking World had to offer.

And Corinthian was obsessed.

In the days after the journey, the Nightmare relived the experience over and over again in his head. He wrote in detail in his journal about every iota of stimuli he sensed. He drew sketches of the people he saw. The young men he found attractive.

He relished the taste of the apes eyes that he had eaten when Morpheus’s back was turned.

Corinthian had to return.

So he did.

1910-LONDON

The Nightmare leaned against a wall on a dark alley corner. Well dressed in a white suit and his signature dark shades hiding his ocular mouths. There, he spoke with a young man. A prostitute. Caressing the young man’s face and voraciously studying the human’s heavy lidded eyes.

Beautiful, pale blue orbs that begged for Corinthian’s company. The Nightmare felt a need rising from deep within him. A desire to caress those lustful eyes gently between his teeth.

And bite.

•  •  •

DREAM knew that his creation LUSTED to see the waking world not long after his making, especially due to the Nightmare’s extensive need to learn and adapt to humans as to become better at his JOB. Making a more benevolent move for Corinthian, he made sure that taste of the human plane was brief-- Otherwise complications could occur. Unbeknownst to him did they happen behind his back, fueling thoughts of Corinthian’s malevolent plans to RAVAGE humans for their earthly experiences. To have more than a TASTE, but rather swallow it WHOLE without a second thought. The hunger for the sighted, their eyes, keys to the SOUL.  CLAD in clothes of night, sharp suited to the era wherever he went, he had his own glinting orbs more focused on the loosened nightmare lately. His whereabouts, recent TASTES. Anything that could be a lead. Luckily, there Corinthian was. A slave to his own desire like Eve tasting the sweet APPLE provided by The Snake. White dots like those belonging in the canopy of sky above watched carefully, black ebony CANE in hand. Two taps was all it took to announce his arrival, the master of the monster. The Maker of the teeth-decorated “man” himself. “Corinthian.” The stone cold VOICE wrapping around all hearts nearby, seizing attention of any living thing. •  •  •

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His eyes are mosaics, with chips of emerald ice threatening to spill over to greet the cool liquid centre. How many eyes had these eyes seen? How many had observed long enough to find themselves lost in an ocean of endless constellations. Johanna studied his posture, his subdued confidence that could vanquish an entire world without even a flourish of his hand, the way his hair as dark as night seemed to move in a life of it’s own across his cheekbones. 

He addressed her in a way in which old acquaintances might greet one another but Johanna knew instantly that his visits to her realm, no matter how frequent or far between had purpose. - What did he want?

“Morpheus” Johanna replied with an arrogant air, as if he was truly known to her. She loved the intimacy of calling him by his name, a name in which she believed only existed in children’s stories. She watched as he spoke to the demon, his tone commanding the monster for answers. Johanna twisted her outstretched hand into a tight fist to form a noose-like grip across it’s neck. Istruxaak as it were, seemed to relish in the presence of his new guest who despite it’s struggle managed to sneer in protest 

“What you wish Lord of night is no concern of Hell” it spat, showing no respect for the endless god that stood before. It continued.“What should concern you is what Constantine wants…you both can’t have what you desire, without sacrifice ”It howled like a wolf at full moon, it’s needle pointed teeth bare for all to see.

Johanna whose gaze had not left his for a moment now faltered, her now determined expression reformed and ready to strike at any moment. She took her other hand and pointed it towards Morpheus. “Ladies first” She teased but her intentions deadly. She watched as his dark coat rustled in the winds of her creation “I don’t want to” Johanna spoke in a whisper like tone, she meant that but continued “ But I will do what I must” 

• • •

HIS hair acted like a streak of MIDNIGHT upon his head, slightly unkempt in a strangely intentional manner. His orbs like liquid mercury held the depth of GALAXIES within them, knowledge expanded beyond time imaginable. A mortal form of a concept, a being known well to be far from a God, to be ENDLESS, further than the seas of comprehensible existence could ever know. Dream visited all persons in their sleep, in one form or another. Humans, sheep, even something as insignificant as a fish. All manifestations of DREAMING crossed the paths of just about every living creature, Morpheus’ long reaching fingers of imaginary pictures and thoughts sneaking into each mind, culminating into the idea of a DREAM.

Or that was the simple way of explaining something that humans couldn’t completely understand with science, not just yet. “It is not, but I would like you to keep the thought that I beat your ruler in a fair battle. Whether or not The Lightbringer wants my head is no longer my concern. My realm and the waking world is my priority, no matter the cost.” His lids narrowed over his deep eyes subtly, Morpheus’ calm and STRETCHED words secured his countenance. “Your foolish self-importance means nothing when I can rip the dreams from beneath your skin, demon.” A slight amount of venom on his tongue at the last word. A slow blink reminded all around him that he indeed wasn’t a marble statue, unaffected by the howl. Longcoat fabric within rimmed with stars moved like CLOUDS--as if he wore space itself as a cloak of protection when he shifted to face Constantine once more. “It is not wise to interfere in my matters, knowing it will put you and everyone in your realm at risk, Constantine. You should know that by now.” • • •

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Don’t make do this | Morpheus x Johanna

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When the guilt comes it takes her down that old but familiar path. She was a lost ship upon waves of wretchedness of which no surviver could withstand. She tried to ignore it, suppress it,to imagine a world In which she was no longer an echo of a girl who once lived great adventures. Johanna longed for sleep, for it’s fundamental solace and for the promise that she could see her again. She always comes so vividly in her dreams, with her small hands that reach out to hold her own and the feeling of emptiness when they were no longer there. “I will find you” she whispered, the tears that threatened to spill now finally staining her cheeks.

She had taken all the necessary precautions to protect herself from any possible failure. One of her wealthiest and of course most private clients owed her a favour, which in this case came in the form of London’s oldest library. Johanna kept her sacred texts here but it also offered privacy, a place where she could perform and execute her role efficiently.Johanna ran her finger down the spine of the ancient text, feeling its misshapen texture, being delicate with the pages that were now exposed. Closing her eyes she took a breath and began “Surge daemonium ab igne et sanguine” she stretched her palm out and chanted 

A surge of wind filled the empty room causing a cascade of fallen books, with thousands of lost papers circling the air to form the shape of the summoned demon. “I command you to speak” She took sight of the distorted creature and looked into its piercing god-defying eyes. 

“Constantine, we’ve been dying to meet you” it spoke, mouth salivating. Johanna simply cocked her head to the side, her lips parted in a wicked smirk       “Oh, so your a fan of my work, I’m flattered” she amused. She watched as it’s gaze altered, it’s eyes reaching beyond her. “ .. Lord Morpheus, how glad I am that you are able to join us?” The sound of that name, his name was enough to steal her very breath, even if only for a mere moment 

She whipped her head around and there he was perfect and porcelain and staring right back at her, which made her wonder how long had he been there watching her. “Fuck”

• • •

DREAM of course was already quite familiar with the bloodline behind Johanna Constantine, they were known as the sort of family that could get you anything you really needed. At a price of course. Since his RUN IN with an ancestor of the current Constantine, he suspected that they could be halfway trusted. Especially with his SAND in his grasp. Only thing was, he had to be a little more careful of his words. He didn’t want to lose such a VALUABLE asset if he was in need. Dream was careful not to be in any SIMILAR predicament again. Though as always, things weren’t sunshine and roses. Problems liked to CREEP and bloom in the realm of Morpheus’ world--along with the mortal one, big problems. That problem being a latest nightmare that had disobeyed, leaving the Land of the Dreaming--rather, ESCAPING.  Thanks to the--hesitantly listened to---advice of Lucienne, the knowledge gained was that this nightmare had a peculiar relationship with the fires of HELL. That didn’t make things any easier for Dream due to his rocky relationship with Lucifer, nowadays NOTHING was a cakewalk. And he knew just who could help him with this demon. CONSTANTINE. Problem was, she liked to warp them back first, no questions asked. Materializing onto the mortal plane as silent as a gravestone, he watched Johanna beneath long lashes. Pursed lips SHUT when witnessing the incantation before him.   “Good evening, Istruxaak.” The reverberating BASS of his voice filled the lined section of library they stood within, touching each book, each PAGE, each inked letter hidden within thousands--if not hundreds of thousands of chapters. A voice that touched the very SOUL, one that led it to temporary sleep. Long alabaster fingers folded in clasped hands before him, robes and coat as DARK as midnight itself.   Giving a nod to the woman next to the immortal beast, he very slightly raised his brows.  “Constantine.” Calmly turning his ghost-like ELEGANT face, he once more addressed the demon.  “You know why I am here then, and what I wish to know.” He tilted his head up a smidgeon, MURKY eyes always carrying what looked like small stars if you gazed close enough. •  •  •

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{ @jonathancrane-scarecrows​ } Scarecrow bristles.... he had sensed when Dream had escaped. He knew he was in search of all his creations, but Scarecrow wouldn't let him cage him! He would fight to the very end. This meant Jonathan was in danger and he needed to keep him close at all times. He was strongest at night so they moved then. Jonathan was tired of the constant moving and didn't entirely understand. Scarecrow was very much on edge as he could sense his creator was much too close for his comfort. " Can we please slow down?" No we can't, it's not safe....Scarecrow then stops sniffing the air... he knew that smell.... more than most. Turning towards the darkness he sees glowing eyes. Lord Morpheus  •  •  •

SINCE the INCIDENT with Roderick Burgess and being ENSNARED in that glass orb for what seemed like ages, the dreams and nightmares of Morpheus’ land had begun to seep out like SAND in a cracked hourglass. Some lost hope in their master, others sought excitement and curiosity in the mortal world. There would Morpheus search tirelessly to suck his creations back into the realm of DREAMS, where they had always meant to be.   Now noticing that all had gone HAYWIRE, he strived to repair what had already been severely damaged in his absence. With Matthew perched upon his shoulder, he soldiered forward in his blackened attire to confront the latest NIGHTMARE he pinpointed. SCARECROW. Long lashes fluttered open in the safety of INKY black, showing small white balls of energy in the cranny of shade. Dream’s eyes piercing back at his own making, intending to seal Scarecrow from whence he came for the rest of ETERNITY--that is, unless he had some other use for him. Dream knew that Scarecrow acted as a LEECH, in order to unlatch him from the host he must be precise in his sealing powers, which became easier for him now that he had the power of his ruby back within his hands-- SHATTERED and absorbed back into his being .  “It is time to return to your home, Scarecrow.” A voice that would reverberate always since the beginning of humanity called back to his MONSTER. •  •  •

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Scarlett’s eyes adjusted and she looks around at what she could see…. she had a feeling she wasn't anywhere near home. Then her eyes landed on a man… one she could sense was powerful beyond her imagination. The closer he got the more she worried about why she was here.

When he tells her where she was…. did she believe him? Looking around once more at what she could see it seemed magical and she definitely sensed things she normally didn’t. So for the time being: yes she would believe him. “ I don’t know… I have know idea why I’m even here. I was on my way home then I wake up here.”

His voice was unlike any she has heard before… in a way she wished he wouldn’t stop talking. Her wings twitched at his words. “ Im not Frankenstein! No one put me together. I was born in a hospital! I don’t even know who your talking about. If you mean the emotion… I mean yeah I was made by my parents but no. I wasn't sent I was captured.”

Scarlett wasn't amused either. After all she was in a cage! She had never met this man and apparently she was a gift!? What the hell.

• • •

THE dark cloak acted like a long gown made of SHADOW strewn behind him, orbs of small glinting light similar to stars in the swath of night gazed back at her. Gaunt face boldened his narrowed eyes in slightest doubt, lips PURSED back at the stranger. “If you are no creation as you seem, then you must be some sort of demon or creature of Hell. Your attributes say it all, wings and a tail are quite iconic in those lands.” Continuing his words with his rumbling mellow voice,  “Desire is my little sibling, fortunately for you, you do not have to meet them in person. Unfortunately..”  He placed an IVORY hand with lengthened elegant fingers along a sturdy metal bar.  “You are here, in my realm, without my permission. Though it is much clearer to me now that this is not your fault. In that case..-” The bar he had within his grasp began to filter out into sand grains in his hand, until the cage around her had completely evaporated within a matter of seconds.  “You are not supposed to be here. Succubus. My job being Dream of The Endless requires me to set you free, gift or no gift. You serve no purpose here to I nor any of my fellow creations as a carnal being.” He announced the title of this creature formally at last, having the endless knowledge of each dreaming being locked away within his secure mind.   “You will wake where you last were before, other than this event, nothing has changed.” •  •  •

obsessed with him just sitting there with his coat sprawled all over the steps

I love this scene. Dream, high off his visit with his sister, is walking on the street and is all, “Ah, a normal human doing his normal human things, I will offer him a micro-expression of a smile like my sister would do!” And this poor guy almost runs back into the shop.

Poor Dream, your Emo glow cannot be concealed.

“tell me lucifer morningstar. what power would hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of heaven?”

oh he put his entire morphussy into this

THE SANDMAN: A HOPE IN HELL (S01E04)

{ @jonathancrane-scarecrows​ } Scarlett should have seen it coming... it's not like her to be so careless. It had been after she got off work and gotten her free drink of the night. She had noticed him..but didn't think much of it as she got her things and left the club. Walking home she could sense a change in the air. Moving faster she didn't have a chance. She hadn't seen anything before it all faded to black. Waking up she groans lightly. Blinking a few times she looks around and notices right away she was in a cage! Her heart speeds up as she gets up messing with the bars... she wouldn't be able to break out of this! What was worse her tail and wings were exposed! Where was she? Why was she here? •  •  •

THE realm was surrounded in a lilting MIST upon the outside, a PALACE with curving arches high enough to make one dizzy. A land where quiet came easy, but thoughts fed upon fear, delight, sadness, and desire to become manifestations within the sleeping mind. THE LAND OF DREAMS. As she remained TRAPPED within the confines of her cage, a man seemingly manifested out of nowhere, like a flicker of a FLAME, a tall, dark, black draped figure who was as pale as snow. The rim of his lengthened coat when squinted at appeared to move like a mist of it’s own. Everything here breathed life, yet the man before her took on a surprisingly GLOOMY appearance that contrasted with the wonder that surrounded her.   Ignoring whatever questions she may have had, anything that raced within her mind, the dark figure walked towards the cage. Scanning it briefly with eyes like small fires, he parted his plush lips. “You are in the realm of dreaming, for where you came from I do not know, though what makes me curious is as to who sent you.” The cadence of his voice was languid, pitch deep as if a voice that could tuck you to sleep.   His hand snatched a TAG attached to the cage. “AN APOLOGY GIFT FROM: YOUR LITTLE BROTHER, DESIRE” His face turned sour quickly,  “If my brother thinks physical things show any sign of remorse for his actions, his beliefs in those gestures are pitifully incorrect.” He mumbled, straightening his head to look at the woman before him. Certainly not human.  “I am Dream, of The Endless. You must be one of Desire’s creations.” 

not sure if i said this already (will put it in his basic information later) but sandman smells like either Lavender, Vanilla, Jasmine, Sweet Marjoram, and Chamomile. so Dream smells like bath and body works store

It is never only a Dream The Sandman