So earlier in the year after a conversation we had about Corintheus dates in the waking world @aisalynn drew this wonderful piece of fanart and then I asked a question about ice cream flavours to help me finish this little scene. Still kinda rough, but it's the Corintheus ice cream date that was part of a very early draft for Baiting the Trap.
It's still intended to come up somewhere, but the series has had some new additions since I first planned this. Hope you enjoy! <3
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The woman behind the counter smiled. “What flavour would you like?”
The Corinthian was still surprised they were in an ice cream shop at all, that they were in the Waking World at all, had no idea why Dream had even agreed to this in the first place. There were no answers forthcoming—neither for him or the woman who had spoken—instead the Corinthian watched as his creator frowned, perfect brow wrinkling, examining the myriad of flavours with something approaching consternation.
It was an uncharacteristic display of uncertainty.
The Corinthian grinned, slung an arm around his narrow shoulders. “Not that hard sweetheart.”
Dream was still peering down at the selection. “I do not see the point of this.”
The Corinthian smirked at the lady stood behind the counter, now looking between them with her own frown. “You’re supposed to pick something you like.”
“I do not have much experience with ice cream.”
It was delivered very solemnly.
The Corinthian snorted. “How about you have black liquorice hmm?”
A moment of silence while he thought.
“Very well.” Dream replied softly.
He looked up, met the eyes of the human behind the counter, hesitance gone for all his tone pitched so achingly gentle. “May I have the black liquorice?”
It was odd seeing Dream so restrained, so much of him pulled in, the glow barely a glint in his eyes, a shimmer of skin all that remained of starlight, incredible because humans eyes skirted around him as if finding nothing remarkable. It was only when he spoke to them that they realised, shocked to it, a moment where they did a double take as if trying to figure out how they’d possibly missed him.
The woman behind the counter was having that moment now.
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