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Log: Complete
When; Saturday night ( September 30th )
Rating; PG
Characters; Morpheus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1st_dream_king, The Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; Consequences of eating Schrodinger's cat can be hazardous to your health.
Log;
Morpheus sighed, and leaned back to rest his head against the sink basin.
Fourty-nine hours had passed since he had arrived in the Loft appartement, and sequestered himself in the bathroom with The Corinthian.
The Magus had handcuffed his lover to the sink before Morpheus' arrival, then seemed to be at a loss.
Morpheus had simply appeared in his usual fashion, and paused only long enough to warn Constantine to keep away from the area, no matter what he may hear, then to set up the strongest barrier he could in order to quell the wild release of the nightmare's inherant nature.
For as long as this barrier was erected, no being's dreams within the City of the Ticking Clock would be nightmares.
Now, the entity once known as Dream was sitting in the floor, back to the wall, and folded somewhat awkwardly under the same sink, for The Corinthian's cuffs' chain had only enough slack for the nightmare to lay in the floor curled around the base of the free-standing sink, and Morpheus had long ago brought his tormented creation's head to rest as comfortably as possible in it's creator's lap.
For the moment the nightmare was unconscious and thus a brief respite between the next wave of pain was granted to both.
It truly hurt Morpheus to see The Corinthian this way, especially considering there was precious little the former Dream King could do to ease him, as diminished as he was.
But, since he *was* the nightmare's creator he could use this bond to take a measure of the white-blond's pain into himself. To share in the consuming, burning, biting, comforting, euphoric, desperation of it all.
Of Every Thing in existence.
Now there was a pattern to the waves of madness, and at first waking the nightmare would see the beggining of all things. The first amassing of energies that mortals referred to as 'The Big Bang' would shake the nightmare from his unconscious state in spasms of agony.
Taking what he could of this pain, Morpheus could then only restrain the Corinthian from pulling against the cuffs and cutting further into his damaged wrists, until the sheer agony of the force of creation progressed into the begginings of time;
The first sentient thought, the birth of stars and planets, the inception of the Endless, and the arranged chaos of the myriad different realities would cause the nightmare to sieze, and more than once Morpheus had been forced to physically restrain him from bashing his head into the sink's porcelain or tile floor.
These visions were not painful in of themselves to Morpheus simply due to his very nature, however the Corinthian was not meant to know the mysteries of All That Is, and the creations's pain then became the creators'.
After the formation of realities came the beggining of life...from the first single cell organism, to the evolution of man, to the rise and fall of countless civilizations.
The Corinthian would alternate between hysterical laughter, muttered phrases in long forgotten languages, and inarticulate shouts of rage. All emotions, all at once.
The pain would continue, though, with the visions of the cruelties and folly of man.
War, disease and death...the Corinthian would sometimes scream with along with the planet as it was brutally raped for it's natural resources.
After the first fifteen hours, Morpheus had started to grit his teeth agianst the shared urge to scream, and after twenty-two hours, had shed a single tear to try to share the empathic release.
Now, with ghost-pale hands clasped to straining clawed hands, the wave would begin to subside, and as the nightmare viewed the ending of all Universes, of Death closing the door on time, he would relax into unconsciousness.
Once reaching this point, Morpheus would use what power he retained from his former office to keep him deeply asleep for as long as possible until the weight of the cyclic visions became to much and would wake The Corinthian, once more to repeat the agonizing process over.
The weight of the visions was not yet critical, but it was nevertheless building...and Morpheus agian removed the damp cloth from the basin beside him to soothe the nightmare. It was not much, but the nightmare resembled mortals more than he realized, and the care in such a homely gesture was all that mattered to either.
" I am sorry I could not spare you, Corinthian. You chose this knowing, and I have not the power to refute such a choice.....but rest now. Rest, and I will share in your pain."
Adjusting very slightly, Morpheus turned the nightmare's head gently to help him rest more comfortably.
" I will ensure this does not break you...you will not be torn assunder by that which you were never meant to know....You shall forget. Forget as much as I may remove. You will not be lost to this knowledge, I promise..."
Falling silent, Morpheus wetted the cloth once more in order to clean more of the drying blood from where it ran from the nightmares' teeth eyes. Perhaps the Corinthian heard Morpheus' words, perhaps not. It did not matter over much...the end result would still be the same.
Rating; PG
Characters; Morpheus
1st_dream_king, The Corinthian bitingnightmare Summary; Consequences of eating Schrodinger's cat can be hazardous to your health.
Log;
Morpheus sighed, and leaned back to rest his head against the sink basin.
Fourty-nine hours had passed since he had arrived in the Loft appartement, and sequestered himself in the bathroom with The Corinthian.
The Magus had handcuffed his lover to the sink before Morpheus' arrival, then seemed to be at a loss.
Morpheus had simply appeared in his usual fashion, and paused only long enough to warn Constantine to keep away from the area, no matter what he may hear, then to set up the strongest barrier he could in order to quell the wild release of the nightmare's inherant nature.
For as long as this barrier was erected, no being's dreams within the City of the Ticking Clock would be nightmares.
Now, the entity once known as Dream was sitting in the floor, back to the wall, and folded somewhat awkwardly under the same sink, for The Corinthian's cuffs' chain had only enough slack for the nightmare to lay in the floor curled around the base of the free-standing sink, and Morpheus had long ago brought his tormented creation's head to rest as comfortably as possible in it's creator's lap.
For the moment the nightmare was unconscious and thus a brief respite between the next wave of pain was granted to both.
It truly hurt Morpheus to see The Corinthian this way, especially considering there was precious little the former Dream King could do to ease him, as diminished as he was.
But, since he *was* the nightmare's creator he could use this bond to take a measure of the white-blond's pain into himself. To share in the consuming, burning, biting, comforting, euphoric, desperation of it all.
Of Every Thing in existence.
Now there was a pattern to the waves of madness, and at first waking the nightmare would see the beggining of all things. The first amassing of energies that mortals referred to as 'The Big Bang' would shake the nightmare from his unconscious state in spasms of agony.
Taking what he could of this pain, Morpheus could then only restrain the Corinthian from pulling against the cuffs and cutting further into his damaged wrists, until the sheer agony of the force of creation progressed into the begginings of time;
The first sentient thought, the birth of stars and planets, the inception of the Endless, and the arranged chaos of the myriad different realities would cause the nightmare to sieze, and more than once Morpheus had been forced to physically restrain him from bashing his head into the sink's porcelain or tile floor.
These visions were not painful in of themselves to Morpheus simply due to his very nature, however the Corinthian was not meant to know the mysteries of All That Is, and the creations's pain then became the creators'.
After the formation of realities came the beggining of life...from the first single cell organism, to the evolution of man, to the rise and fall of countless civilizations.
The Corinthian would alternate between hysterical laughter, muttered phrases in long forgotten languages, and inarticulate shouts of rage. All emotions, all at once.
The pain would continue, though, with the visions of the cruelties and folly of man.
War, disease and death...the Corinthian would sometimes scream with along with the planet as it was brutally raped for it's natural resources.
After the first fifteen hours, Morpheus had started to grit his teeth agianst the shared urge to scream, and after twenty-two hours, had shed a single tear to try to share the empathic release.
Now, with ghost-pale hands clasped to straining clawed hands, the wave would begin to subside, and as the nightmare viewed the ending of all Universes, of Death closing the door on time, he would relax into unconsciousness.
Once reaching this point, Morpheus would use what power he retained from his former office to keep him deeply asleep for as long as possible until the weight of the cyclic visions became to much and would wake The Corinthian, once more to repeat the agonizing process over.
The weight of the visions was not yet critical, but it was nevertheless building...and Morpheus agian removed the damp cloth from the basin beside him to soothe the nightmare. It was not much, but the nightmare resembled mortals more than he realized, and the care in such a homely gesture was all that mattered to either.
" I am sorry I could not spare you, Corinthian. You chose this knowing, and I have not the power to refute such a choice.....but rest now. Rest, and I will share in your pain."
Adjusting very slightly, Morpheus turned the nightmare's head gently to help him rest more comfortably.
" I will ensure this does not break you...you will not be torn assunder by that which you were never meant to know....You shall forget. Forget as much as I may remove. You will not be lost to this knowledge, I promise..."
Falling silent, Morpheus wetted the cloth once more in order to clean more of the drying blood from where it ran from the nightmares' teeth eyes. Perhaps the Corinthian heard Morpheus' words, perhaps not. It did not matter over much...the end result would still be the same.