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𓅨 Walmart Superstore: An Endless' Nemesis

Walmart Superstore: An Endless' Nemesis: Morpheus decides to tag along with you to Walmart when you run errands.

Warnings: One Mopey Ass Endless.

To Note: Morpheus x Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

You didn’t know what was more comical, the expressions flashing across Morpheus’ face as you walked towards the entrance of your local Walmart… or the fact that a mighty Endless wanted to shopping with you. Especially one as regal and prideful. There really was no need for him to come, you were just running errands, picking up cleaning supplies, toilet paper, a birthday present for your neighbor… you didn’t understand why he had wanted to come. It was a menial task. Mundane. Mortal. So why had the Endless insisted that he accompany you to the superstore when you knew he had better things to do?

You stole another look at Morpheus while collecting a small basket to hold your would be items. He was staring at the corral of blue shopping carts in confusion.

“They’re just shopping carts,” You point out, slipping the basket onto your arm. Morpheus blinked and looked at you with an inquisitive look. “You know… to put the stuff you’re gunna buy in while you’re walking around? Makes it a lot easier when you don’t have to carry all your stuff.”

“Is it necessary for them to be so large?” He asked, blue eyes dropping to the small basket hanging off your arm. “Your choice is far smaller and more reasonable.”

“Because I am only getting a few things.” You said with a shrug, moving in the direction of the cleaning aisle. “I’m not getting an entire cart full of stuff today, so the basket will do just fine. Come on, stay close unless you want to come across a Karen in the wild.” Morpheus didn’t understand what you meant by that, or what a Karen was… was Karen not a mortal name? You spoke of it as if it were a creature instead. That thought dissipated as a large man trundled past, wearing a shirt three times too small, little ‘shorts’ and bright pink flip flops. Another fashion trend he would have to inquire about. The Endless lost interest, and silently followed after you.

The many items lining the shelves passed were all odd to the being and held little interest. Mortals invented the most menial of objects at times. You turned down an aisle and blatantly ignored a couple arguing over a box of… something. Cereal. Their thoughts were loud and obtrusive, echoing painfully within Morpheus’ mind. To you, the argument was just another trip to Walmart. You didn’t bat an eyelash when one hit the other with a box, and proceeded past the aisle of human food to the next.

You eyed the Endless silently trailing beside you. He was in his usual silence but you could see his eyes taking in everything with curiosity. Or maybe disdain? It was sometimes a guessing game with Morpheus for at times he was enchanted with mortal inventions and others, he curled his lip at. Walmart was definitely not a place high on his intimate interests. You’d better make this trip quick lest his broodiness start having a physical effect on the shoppers.

Running through your mental checklist, you turned down the cleaning aisle and began looking for disinfectant spray for your kitchen. It was relatively easy to find the brand you used and you dropped the bottle into your basket as Morpheus examined the plethora of choices.

“There are many options, how have you decided on that one?” He enquired, eyes glossing over the many bottles before settling on your face. You shrugged.

“Dunno, I just go with what’s cheap and grew up with.” You answered. You’d never put too much thought into your choice, it was just cleaner. You didn’t need anything fancy, just something that worked. Toilet paper was next. You’d run out after the local elementary school had roped you into helping mummify the Principal. It’d been fun and hilarious, but the event had taken every last roll of toilet paper you had in the house. You wandered in the direction of the tissue aisle and picked up what you needed. By now you were on autopilot, forgetting the fact that you had an Endless trailing behind you, perplexed by the all the choices there were of the same item.

All you had left was to get your neighbor a birthday present. Susan had lived next to you in a cute little stone house. She’d lived in that house for at least forty years and was just starting to get around to renovating the place. Her kitchen had been the latest job and you knew that she had been wanting a good coffee maker for the longest time, but always used an ancient one that you could have sworn was from the early 90s just because it still worked.

It was time for a new one.

So you wandered down the small appliance aisle, looking at the models and trying to figure out which one Susan would like best. She was older, so she didn’t need something fancy. Just something that worked and was easy to set up. You were stuck between two models, eyes flickering back and forth while you tried to decide which one to go with, when an announcement over the intercom had your eyes going wide.

“Y/N Y/L/N, your beloved is at register 10.” What on earth? You were confused to say the least, not quite understanding why an announcement would be made like that. Then you realized something. Morpheus was no longer lingering behind you, silently judging every little thing. You spun in a half circle, searching for the Endless but to no avail, you could not find him!

Good god, the announcement was for you!

Leaving the small appliance aisle, you hurried towards the front of the store while you mind went into overdrive. Beloved? That word was definitely part of Morpheus’ vocabulary and not one that most if any mortals would use. So only one being could potentially be considered your ‘beloved’. … but since when had that happened? You shook your head as you emerged from the depths of the superstore to see the line of registers all normal. One glance at register ten however, and you nearly face palmed yourself.

Morpheus was standing by it with the most despondent pout upon his lips, in a desolate mope that seemed to make a cloud of depression hang around where he stood. You were flabbergasted and wondering what the hell had upset him this time when you approached him. The moment Morpheus saw you approaching, the cloud of dreary darkness dissipated above his head. But not the pout or mope.

“You left me,” He accused you when you approached him, making a dramatic scene to show just how upset he was. “Why did you abandon me?” You opened your mouth to fire back that you simply had just wanted to get your shopping done and weren’t used to having someone with you, but the look within his eyes made you falter. He really did look devastated.

“Okay, first off, I didn’t leave you on purpose,” You informed him, coming to a stop in front of him. “I was just trying to get my shopping done as fast as possible,” He glowered at you and you sighed with a roll of your eyes. “You are making it seem like I intentionally ditched you!”

“It feels as if you did.” He declared, his eyes glimmering pitifully as he loomed over you. “Do you not care for me anymore? Is this you showing me that you no longer wish for my company?? Are you finally casting me aside!?”

“What? No!” You exclaimed, face palming yourself. Where the hell was this coming from!? “Oh my god, Morpheus! I just forgot okay!? I am in no way telling you to leave!” That seemed to abate the watery look in his eyes. You reached for his hand, determined to hold it until you were done shopping and leaving. The last thing you needed was for him to have a meltdown in Walmart. “Come on, I’ve just got to pick out a coffee maker for Susan.”

Pulling him along, you were oblivious to the Endless now basking in the feeling of you grasping his hand. Your fingers were warm and comforting against his cold ones. Arriving back at the small appliance aisle, you retook your position between the coffee makers and gave them one last look. The one on the left looked most Susan friendly, so you’d get that one. Setting your basket down so you didn’t have to break the handhold with Morpheus (because heaven forbid you did), you picked up one of the boxes and put it in your basket. You then picked the basket up and looked at Morpheus.

“Now I am done, we just need to check out and then we can leave.” You told him, watching as he blinked at you. “Okay?”

“Very well,” Morpheus answered, maintaining his grasp upon your hand. His brief moment of complete devastation and despondency was gone from his facial features like it had never happened. Clearing your throat, you began walking back towards the registers, noticing how tightly the Endless held your hand. When you arrived up front, much to your dismay, the only register that was available and not backed up was register 10. Oh well. It wasn’t like you toted an Endless man-child around with you every time you shopped at Walmart. So you got in line and tried to ignore that stares of several old ladies congregating around the magazines.

When it was your turn to pay, you did so quickly, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. Just as you were grabbing your bag and pulling Morpheus away from the narrow lane, an elderly woman spoke up.

“Oh don’t you two just look so cute together! Calling each other beloved! You don’t see a love like that every day.” Your face burned with heat that bloomed just beneath your skin and you all but dragged Morpheus to the exit.

“Only at Walmart. Only at Walmart.” You chanted to yourself as you fled. You and Morpheus would definitely be having a conversation when you got home because there was no way you were going to be able to function properly without knowing what exactly the Endless being saw your relationship as. “Only at Walmart.”

Date Published: 6/29/23

Last Edit: 6/29/23

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years

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Of Silver Threads and Golden Fates (Chapter 3: Whispers of Ghosts)

Summary: Kassie had been running from many things throughout her life. Running from her father. From Love. From Happiness. Falling headfirst to whatever she could just to make herself feel more alive. She became someone she never wanted to be. What happens when one dreary night she meets someone who along the way begins to show her that perhaps she was meant for something greater than what she made for herself and just maybe, Dreams can come true?

Pairing: Morpheus x Original Character

Warnings: Maybe some fluff? Serious talk

“Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them." - Sue Grafton, M is for Malice

Wonderland's Workshop

<<Chapter 2

He was back. Sitting there moping like a broody teenager. Or perhaps, he just hated his life with the way he watched the kids play in front of him. He did not hold a loaf of bread in his hands anymore and maybe that is why he felt so mopey. His hands were clasped together in front of him as he leaned his elbows on his knees. His face was a blank slate of ivory skin and his lips pursed like he was sucking a lemon. Did he always look like that? When the sun was shining; giving a break from the rain this week just for today most people would be out and about the town. Window shopping and visiting yummy bakeries or coffee shops for goodies, people taking a walk with their dogs, or a jog down the sidewalk while the gentle breeze cooled their skin. The weather was lovely in its changing seasons as the first few oranges and yellow leaves were littering the sidewalks as people strolled past. But here he was sitting there with a cloud of gray over his head; damn near visible to anyone who cared to look. Or had the ability to. And thus Kassie found herself standing just across the street from the open public park taking notice of the one person she probably shouldn’t have paid much attention to.

But her feet hurt from wandering the streets all day in search of a job; not that she needed one, it was more to pass the time and feel like a normal human being for once instead of sitting her ass on the sofa watching TV all day. She wanted one, but she didn’t need one. Corinthian’s promise of never needing to worry about money was true with how the bills always seemed to be paid in advance and food in the fridge at all times making her wonder where he is getting the money or the time to stock things. Hell, even her bank account continued to be filled from an unknown source every month, giving her the ability to spoil herself if she wanted to; go buy some new clothes, buy herself a decent car, go get her nails or hair done. Whatever the hell she wanted; there was enough now saved that she could even leave New York if she wanted to. Something inside of her wanted to. New York had no more purpose to her than the job she’d left behind. But she did not want to leave Corinthian; they had a good thing going. A bit complex but good. So she’d occupied her time with walking the streets and chatting people up instead, just like today when she’d run into a coffee shop for her usual iced coffee and then found herself inside of a bookstore she’d never even realized was there; spending a good half hour standing there talking with one of the workers as she browsed their options on literature. It surprised her how genuine some people could be after months of knowing those who wanted nothing but to see her tits.

But then, as she headed away from the shops; she saw him sitting there all alone and she couldn’t help but pause and admire, or stare like some weirdo from across the street debating on whether or not she should approach. Their last encounter was an odd one and left much to be desired but at the same time; Kassie thought back to those brooding stares and wondered if perhaps he was in need of company despite it all. Something in his eyes made her feel as if there was a hint of loneliness behind them even when his approach was rather cold at first; she’d like to think he’d warmed up to her. So she sucked it up; clutching the new book she’d just bought from the bookshop in town in one hand and her coffee in the other before she started putting one foot in front of the other; propelling herself across the street before she second-guessed herself and turned back, altogether. The woman did not make her way to him immediately, though. Unsure of how to approach it without being awkward about it. Instead, her hazel eyes scanned the surroundings trying to find something that she could use as an excuse to go over to him. A snack cart was stationed in the shade beneath a large tree; colorful with varieties of options to choose from and she was inwardly fist pumping the air; perhaps she could play a smooth move by offering him some snackery to ease his broody self. What was the saying again? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?

She’d made quick work of buying a packet of peanut M&M’s and a tub of blue and pink cotton candy from the vendor; hoping that this was enough to at least spark a conversation with the dark and brooding man. She struggled to juggle her items as she carried her book, the snacks, and her drink while she veered towards the bench where the man sat unmoving staring down at his shoes with a pinched expression on his face as if his thoughts were troubling him. He looked so pitiful she almost wanted to cry with him. His face reflected the confusion and frustration that she’d been feeling for the past few months while being cooped up without a support system to back her up. Her shoes scraped against the grass as she went from concrete to lawn and moments later her butt planted itself onto the familiar wooden bench making it creak at her weight. Corinthian always kept telling her to make more friends, albeit spoken in a cocky manner fit to get that know it all smirk smacked right off his face, and go live a little instead of moping in the apartment so much since she’d lost her job; she’d hope he’d be proud to hear she was at least trying.

“I feel like there is a pattern here.” her voice was soft but not unpleasant as she settled her things onto the bench between them; daring to look over at him to see he was giving her a side eye as an acknowledgment of her present.

When he didn’t say anything to her she decided to press on “No birds today I see.” still no answer so she grabbed the tub of cotton candy and popped the lid.

She carefully tore a tuft of pink from the fluff in the plastic container before placing it on her tongue; sighing as the sugary cotton melted instantly on her tongue. “God, I can’t remember the last time I had cotton candy, so good!” she groaned lightly as she dug another pinch from the container and held it out towards the man with a small smile and playful expression

“Want some?” his blue eyes fell to the offered cotton ball in between her fingers and he looked at it as if it offended him making Kassie put effort into not laughing at the look that crossed the man’s face as his lips finally parted to reply with a despondent

“No, thank you.”

“Oh, so he does speak!” Kassie went with it and placed the candy into her mouth again. “I was starting to think I might have imagined our earlier conversation; I tend to do that a lot. Daydreaming and all. Hardly much to do nowadays now that I don’t have a job.” she mused looking across at the people enjoying the day

“You talk too much.” anyone else would be offended at the blunt insult but Kassie merely chortled and grabbed her iced coffee to take a sip; subconscious now as she realized the man was watching her the entire time.

“And you don’t talk half as much. Would it kill you to be friendly for once?” Kassie raised a brow as she wrapped her lips around her straw and sipped idly at the half-melted concoction in her cup.

“I do not know you.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t learn to.” she quipped back before setting her things to the side and leaning closer to the man, holding her palm out. “Let’s start with a simple introduction. That could help, right? I’m Kassie. Nice to meet you.”

The pale eyes fell to her outstretched hand but he did not reply nor did he take the offered hand. Stubborn as always, Kassie merely wiggled her fingers at him as if silently daring him to refuse or daring him to accept. Whichever one it was, her satisfaction could not be hidden even if she tried when -with much reluctance, the stranger unclasped his hands and reached over to place his hand in hers. Giving it a firm squeeze in greeting and causing Kassie to smile.

“This is the part where you introduce yourself by name.” the woman stated giving him a pointed but playful look.

He looked like a scolded child who didn’t want to admit he was wrong. “I…I am Morpheus.”

“Morpheus huh? That’s…” she tilted her head, her hair that was placed into a messy side braid falling over her shoulder and stray locks fluttering in the light breeze casting tiny shadows along her olive skin as she gazed over at him with a curious look.

“That’s a very strong name Morpheus, very unique.” she finally allowed his hand to slip from hers. “I like it. It reminds me of something from Greek mythology.”

At the compliment of his name the man, Morpheus, studied her with a bit of new light sparking in the depths of his blue eyes. “You do not seem the kind to enjoy folklore.”

Kassie’s face twisted in surprise. “Folklore? Seriously?! Mythology isn’t folklore. Not for the people that used to live before this generation. Mythology isn’t just fantasy. The gods and goddesses written in history were deities to the people of the old eras. I’d like to think that there is more to Mythology than the myths people claim aren’t true.”

“You believe there are gods?” Morpheus rested his elbows on his knees once more.

He watched as the woman reached out between them to where a hardcover brown book with golden leathering and design rested on the bench. She grabbed it with careful fingers and rested the book on her lap. Her fingertips tracing the patterns on the cover absently

“I don’t know. I mean, I never considered myself a religious person. But I do believe everyone has their own belief systems in something. If humanity didn’t believe in something; what is the reason for living y’know” she shrugged.

There was silence between them as each fell into their own thoughts. Morpheus surprised the woman when he broke it between them to ask her a question. His gaze never once left the grass beneath his feet as if he could see every single blade under his shoes and he was counting them.

“And what do you believe in, Kassie?”

The way her name rolled off his tongue spoke in that tone, in that voice. Kassie felt something twinge in the inner parts of her being. No, it was not a sexual thing. But it stirred something inside of her that made her feel as if…well as if he was speaking to a different version of herself that she herself hadn’t recognized in a very long time.

Her lips curled up slightly in an almost mournful twitch of her mouth as she avoided his gaze and instead looked down at her book. “I don’t…I don’t know anymore. Most days, it’s all I can do is believe in just myself to get me going. The thought of…putting my faith or hope in something that is out of my control…” she shook her head and laughed a bit as she turned her gaze to him with a bit more of a smile that was forced

“I cannot find anything to believe in other than myself because no one has ever shown me that my trust and faith will not be abused or tossed away.” she finally replied with a breath.

The way he looked at her was a mixture of sadness and understanding. But there was something else in those depths of blue that made Kassie think that there was a pain very kin to her own that was born from betrayal. As if he knew just what she meant and he felt pity for her just as he had felt remorse and pity for himself. The air was too heavy between them so she quickly turned her gaze away, breaking whatever connection they were sharing to instead change the subject by raising the book she had been playing with moments before.

“Are you a reader? There is this bookshop in the town where I found this book at. It’s an old literature piece of a story that I hadn’t read in…god I don’t know how long ago. But, it’s The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe. He was an American writer who was also a poet, an editor, and a literary critic of all professions. He was born in….1807 - wait no, he was born 1809 in Boston and had this love and passion for all things mystery and the macabre. His writings consisted of things such as poems and short stories; especially those of mystery and macabre genres. This one has a poem in it that’s called The Raven which he’d written that tells of a talking raven’s mysterious visit to a distraught lover, tracing the man’s slow descent into madness and grief after losing his lover Lenor to death.” Kassie held up the book to allow Morpheus to see.

The man watched her with what people may have considered rapt attention. Even though his body was turned away from her his head was not; his eyes definitely were not as he watched the way her expressions would change in the forms of her nose scrunching up when she was thinking and the way the laugh lines long in disuse crinkled at the corner of her eyes that twinkled; looking far greener in the light as it shone down on her. Her hands were wildly exaggerated as she spoke about this particular volume that she held in one hand. She was beautiful in the kind of sense that she herself did not see her own value. It was clear the way she stopped speaking when she finally caught his scrutiny, seemingly turning sheepish as she realized she was rambling.

“Sorry.” she looked away and gripped her book’s edges as she stared ahead.

“I do not know many like you who are passionate about literature and history. It is rare to find someone who does in these times.” Morpheus mused as if a way to apologize for his staring when he realized he’d made her uncomfortable.

“It’s okay. I’m just not used to um…talking about what I like with many strangers.” she laughed lightly brushing away her baby strays from her eyes. “What about you? What’s your favorite author?”

“There have been many that I have known in time. Each has had their lessons in their work as well as their faults.” Morpheus replied in a way as if he was shrugging despite his shoulders not moving an inch.

“That’s cryptic.” Kassie snorted playfully as she grabbed her packet of M&M’s, tearing open the end to grab a brightly colored ball from within its packaging and popping it into her mouth. “Are you enjoying your stay here in New York?”

At Morpheus’s look of perplexity, she gave a knowing smile as she tilted her head at him. “You’re accent. It’s British right? You don’t find people like yourself in these parts of New York so I assumed you were from abroad or something.” she shrugged. “Am I right?” she held out a peanut M&M

Morpheus did not reply at first nor did he take the offered candy. Instead, his expression seemed sullen again as his eyes drifted somewhere over Kassie’s shoulder before he stubbornly looked away without a word. When Kassie went to speak a new voice spoke up from down the path making the dark-haired young woman turn her attention to a figure walking up to them.

“Are my eyes deceiving me? Are you truly taking company with someone besides your pigeons, Dream?” the woman’s voice was soft and filled with warmth; a lilt of joking mingled with her words that matched the pretty smile on her face.

The newcomer was around Kassie’s height. Beautiful with chocolate skin that glowed like dew under the warm sun and equally warm and delighted brown eyes that moved between Morpheus and Kassie. Her hair bounced with every step in tight little black ringlets framing her face and unlike most people around the park, she wore black jeans with a black tank top and black boots. The only color in her outfit was a low-hanging gold chain with a pendant hanging against her chest. When she finally stepped in front of them she’d placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head looking solely at Morpheus now and Kassie found her gaze drifting to the man himself at the same time wondering who this newcomer was. She looked familiar, like the woman she’d seen him with a week prior at this very same park. Was it a girlfriend or just a good friend? Morpheus didn’t seem like the sort to have friends. Gloomy emo boy that he seemed to be.

“I’m sorry, I should introduce myself, shouldn’t I? I’m Kassie.” the woman rose to her feet and held her hand out to the pretty newcomer.

“Ah, you’re the one who met my brother out here earlier, weren’t you? It’s nice to finally meet the girl who’s gotten my brother’s attention; that’s a hard thing to do. You can call me Dee.”

It was not lost on Kassie that the woman’s presence made Morpheus sulk inwardly as he watched them from the corner of his eye. She’d also noticed Dee mentioned the siblingship between them and wondered if one of them was adopted or perhaps very good friends like siblings. Kassie smiled shaking her hand as she nodded towards Morpheus as she spoke.

“He looked like he could use a friend.” she agreed with a small smile

“I do not need friends,” Morpheus muttered from beside the females and Kassie gave him a look.

“Don’t need friends huh? You didn’t seem to mind my conversationalist skills earlier,” she stated with a raised brow

Dee watched with keen eyes much older than her appearance would hint at. Seeing the way Morpheus’s gaze glances toward the mortal at the sound of her teasing voice and those who did not know Dream as she did would have missed the glint of interest in his gaze even if his face did not change expression. To the world around them, he looked like a very unhappy individual in the company of a ray of sunshine. Said ray of sunshine leaned over to nudge one elbow against the male’s arm and said something teasing to him before her eyes turned to Dee’s.

“Right Dee?” she said causing the other to blink at her wondering what she’d just missed.

“Dream, I have some business to attend to elsewhere. I know we were supposed to um..hang out today but I cannot miss this important meeting. Will you be alright on your own?” Dee asked

That was a lie, Morpheus knew right off the bat his sister was playing at something. But he did not protest even when his gaze glared up in displeasure at her brilliant smile. “What kind of business takes you away from your time to spend with family, my dear sister?” he questioned as if challenging her.

Dee raised a brow and crossed her arms over her chest watching as Kassie ate her chocolate candy while she watched the siblings as if watching some sort of drama series on the TV. There was a light of amusement in her eyes as they raced from one sibling to the next.

“Kassie, I’d hate for my brother to be lonely and have made it all this way to see me for nothing. Would you mind keeping him company? Maybe take him sightseeing around town?” Dee ignored her brother causing the male to huff under his breath; the only show of annoyance that he gave to the brush off

The girl pointed a finger at herself in surprise. “Me? I-I don’t think that Morpheus would want any more of my company right now.” she laughed a bit

“Nonesense! I’d bet you if both of us leave right now he will still be sitting here moping.” Dee replied amusement.

Morpheus seemed to have enough of the jokes at his expense because he rose to his feet. His full height towered over the pair of females a moment before giving them a stare that could send chills down one’s spine and then walking off down the sidewalk. Kassie felt a little bad, she didn’t know the dynamic of the odd siblings so for all she knew this was normal. But she knew she didn’t like jokes at her expense and Morpheus didn’t seem to either.

“Take care of him Kassie. He’s an idiot but he’s still my brother.” Dee’s hand rested kindly on the girl’s shoulder

A little laugh escaped the girl as she nodded giving Dee’s hand a understanding squeeze. It was odd to think that despite mere minutes of knowing this woman and her brother Kassie felt as if there was an understanding between them that only came from years of knowing someone.

“Yeah, course I will.” Kassie agreed as she turned her attention to find that Morpheus was standing with his hands in his pockets patiently waiting; watching from the sidelines and the idea that he was waiting for her despite his displeasure warmed Kassie’s heart.

Kassie was not one who made friends easily. Friendships were fickle things and half the time it was one using the gifts or attention of another to gain something from them. It was not always the case. Friendships could be something beautiful and last a lifetime if met by the right person. But Kassie was not one who was gifted with that blessing; so finding people who understood her was a rare feat for her in her life. Sure she’d made ‘friends’ before. People who she’d call a friend to their faces but secretly watch for the inevitable downfall of the telltale signs of deceit they would no doubt slip up. She was used to being taken advantage of and thrown away like garbage afterward. So it was clear that Kassie Sinclair did not find the thought of making friends a priority in her life; toxicity was all she knew. Just look at the man she had living with her. Corinthian was someone she’d known for almost a year but they’d met at a club that was one piece of clothing away from being called a strip club. Right off the bat, she knew Corinthian was danger on two legs. His sex appeal and charm were like a dead giveaway to the smell of money, manipulation, and threat. He was everything that Kassie didn’t need in her life but like a drug addict who knew it was bad for her, she still went in search of more because the high was all she knew.

Morpheus was someone completely different. There was something off-putting about the man, or at least in ways he wanted to seem. His lack of conversationalist skills and the way he did not allow his emotions to show on his face making it hard to read him was something Kassie was not used to. She was good at reading people; she even took pride in seeing the lies before they had the chance to fall from the tip of the tongue. But as Kassie walked beside the man through the streets at dusk; the sun slowly setting in the horizon just enough for the street lights to kick on and the warm glow of shop lights illuminating patches of concrete as you walked by Kassie could not help but feel almost as peace. There was no need to talk and there was no need to fill the air with needless words. The girl could say - if albeit a bit reluctantly - that she had enjoyed the stranger’s company a lot more than she’d have spending time with Corinthian at home.

They did not speak often to each other after Dee had left them to their own devices. No matter how much Kassie had tried to start a conversation Morpheus did not give enough to keep one going. His answers were always short and to the point, if he gave any at all. So she’d stopped trying to talk about meaningless things and instead chose to focus on the surroundings as she walked. She’d point out the little shops along the way and tell of their history. If an architectural piece came into view she’d cling to it and tell Morpheus all she knew. He’d listen. Even when he didn’t seem to be paying attention; she knew he was listening and taking in her words. Hushed and low-pitched as if too afraid to break the atmosphere as the sun sunk low. When most had already retired from a long day of relaxation to their respected homes for a good meal and some television; Kassie found herself walking leisurely beside the man in the black coat without so much as a whisper between them.

But she did not mind. For one, she’d allowed her guard to fall. To allow her mind to stop taking in details as if a threat would emerge amongst the faces they’d pass. Her mind instead replayed the moments that she’d walked in Morpheus’s presence as she’d guided him through New York. Not all the places in town were filled with bustling shops and street vendors; not the parts that she’d taken him to. But she still noticed the way people would veer around or away from him; how they would shrink if they’d crossed his path. She’d noticed how despite his efforts of attempting at being nice to people even in passing it always backfired on him and he was left with that little sliver of whatever gone from his eyes once more until he sulked alongside her in silence. She didn’t like the sulking. Not like it was a pet peeve it was just…well she just didn’t like it on him was all. So, as they’d walked damn near alone with a few handfuls of stragglers on the streets the raven-haired female couldn’t help but find herself leading the man towards a late open cafe shop. Their veranda was homely with comfortable chairs despite it being made of metal and a wooden porch with fair lights twining the poles casting a yellow glow on patrons below who happened to wish to sit outside and enjoy the view.

“Have you ever heard of this myth of who’s your person based off of color?” Kassie asked as they sat facing each other at a far table on the back of the veranda. Her fingers played with the heavy ceramic mug of coffee she’d ordered.

The first stars of night twinkled above them bleeding into darkness and the temperature had dropped a bit making it a little bit chillier now that the sun no longer warmed the day. She had not planned to be out this late and she did not have a jacket; so she was keen to wrap her hands around the heavy mug to feel the warmth bleeding into her palms.

“I do understand.” Morpheus tilted his head.

“Not many people do.” Kassie laughed quietly before looking past the fairy lights to the stars above them. “It’s relatively new. Color can represent a lot of things. Not just describing the tint of something or a person but also emotions. Common things such as black for rage or wrath, red for passion or lust, and pink for love. Yellow for happiness, dark blue for melancholy, and so forth. Like mood rings, you know? But there’s this thing that researchers just came out with that proves colors also reflect types of people in one’s life. The question of who’s your person based off of color.” Kassie explained.

“That is one of the most absurd things I have ever heard passing your lips together.” Morpheus blinked at her. She only smiled at the bluntness of his words.

“Tell me, Morpheus, when you look at me. What’s the first color that pops into your head?” she tilted her head to study him as his brows knitted together at the question.

It took him a moment before his lips finally parted allowing his answer to slip free on an exhale. “I do not know.”

A small sad smile grace her features as she shrugged. “That’s okay. When one lives in the colors of shadows and darkness people like us do not find colors very often.” she agreed as she raised the cup to her lips.

They fell back into silence for a few moments; the sound of crickets chirping in the night being the only sound besides their breathing. When she felt the heaviness on the side of her face she turned to find him watching her.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” she raised a hand to wipe away whatever it could be but Morpheus merely tipped his head at her and reached out to wipe at the corner of her mouth to wipe away the foam from her coffee.

“I can admit that perhaps humanity is not fully lost in itself if people like you exist in it.” the way he spoke made the hairs on her arms rise up and her lips twitched as if trying not to allow her smile to fall

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned.

He did not answer and instead rose to his feet. One hand held out to help her rise. Kassie frowned lightly as she gulped down half of her beverage before allowing her hand to slip into his. His palm was cool to the touch in comparison to the heat of her own as she’d greedily soaked it up from the mug of coffee.

“Where are we going?”

“It is at a late hour. It’s time you went home to rest.” She missed the coolness of his touch as he’d let her hand go after she’d risen and grabbed her things.

“Leaving me so soon are you Morpheus? Or should I call you Dream? That’s what your sister called you; is that a nickname of sorts?” Kassie inquired as she followed his tall back from the cafe shop and onto the streets.

“It is my name as Morpheus is. I go by many names and claim them all.” the man replied and Kassie snorted as she hugged her book to her chest.

“That doesn’t sound like someone with an ego issue at all.” she commented under her breath before her gaze rose from the concrete she’d been watched as they strolled along and instead fixated her hazel eyes on the man’s pale features.

“You’re such an odd one Morpheus, I can’t seem to figure you out. But I like that about you…been a while since I was able to find someone who didn’t lie to my face.”

The comment threw the man off as his pale eyes turned to meet her warm ones; a furrow forming between the dark slants of his brows. “You speak as if humanity has wronged you.”

Kassie snorted and threw her arms around as she skipped ahead to walk backward so that she was facing a few steps in front. “Look around you Morpheus. Humanity is nothing but a lie. Even those with good hearts and pure intentions. People get fucked over no matter what side they are on; even when we don’t deserve it and sometimes bad things happen to good people. Or punishment not dealt to those who do deserve it. Humanity as a whole is corrupted and full of flaws. But even so, we live in it and make the best of what we have even when we don’t have a lot. That’s what hope is. That’s the only thing that people who have it dream about. Because that’s all we have left; a hope for a better tomorrow, a better future, a better life.” her words came in earnest even when her lips turned into a sad smile.

“It’s just what life is. It’s a game of fates and of lies. So yeah, I’ve been wronged; perhaps in ways that are not suitable to speak of. But I’ve made it this far and I plan on continuing until life beats me down to the point where my legs no longer have the strength to try and lift me back up again.”

He’d stopped walking to stare at her and after a few paces so she did too. She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. For someone who seemed to have what she needed Kassie did not seem like a person who was happy with her life. As if she was searching for something more; even when she herself wasn’t aware of it. So the question came both as a surprise and as a request when Morpheus spoke breaking the silence.

“What do you dream of?”

Her eyes did not meet his and instead looked towards the building at which they’d stopped in front. Her apartment complex was where she could see the lamp on in one of her windows.

“This is my stop,” Kassie said and flashed him a smile before she was trotting up the steps but his call; although low-pitched carried so deeply it made her heart twinge in a soul-crushing ache of longing.

“What do you dream of, Kassie?”

She half turned to look down at him from her height on the stairs and forced a soft smile to her features despite the burn of tears that wished to threaten to spill down her cheeks. “Rest.” she finally breathed.

“I just wanted rest…to stop being forced to run from those that want to haunt me” she replied before she turned and scurried up the stone steps toward her apartment door. The click of the door shutting behind her echoed her words as she closed Morpheus out of view; leaving him standing on the sidewalk watching her closed door with a haunted look of his own.

Most of the room was dark despite one lamp in the corner of the living room. Corinthian was nowhere to be seen but as she set her book down on the living room coffee table and her shoes by the couch she saw his figure slinking through the edges of the light from the shadows. Her tired haunted eyes looked at him as he folded himself onto the sofa; lean arms opening wide in invitation. She breathed out a heavy breath and climbed onto his lap; straddling his hips and taking his face into her hands.

“Make me forget for just tonight. That’s all I ask.” her voice was soft in the stillness of the living room.

And just like an addict during a withdrawal; Kassie sunk herself into him and allowed his poison to consume her body and run through her veins. All the while just outside of the living room window a dark figure of a raven perched upon a tree branch watched with beady black eyes of haunting disapproval and sadness.

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