#sometimes (especially for unresolved or unexplored trauma) it’s violence

[littledreamling]

Currently fighting the urge to write a 200k angst fic about Dream and Hob’s relationship emohasizing the struggles they’d go through, trying to tackle Dream’s pride and chronic need for independence and trying to forge a way through all of the trauma they both share only to realize it just isn’t working, that their love for each other isn’t enough to heal them, that they need more time, always more time, in order to work on themselves for themselves (not for each other)

And so, after months of attempting a relationship, of fighting, of inadvertently hurting each other, of constantly being not only on different pages but in completely different books, they come to an agreement: their relationship must come to an end, for both of their sakes, but they’ll resume their occasional meetings. And maybe it’s not once a century, maybe it’s once a year. And they slowly work on themselves. They slowly heal. They start to file down their jagged edges that had cut each other so badly before. Maybe they find peace in each other again. But maybe they don’t, because some people, no matter how much they love each other, simply don’t work. The love is there, and it matters that the love is there, but it doesn’t change anything

And before anyone asks, yes, this urge is stemming from my own trauma with my ex, with whom I had an incredibly toxic relationship, despite the love that we held for each other and I’d love to explore that dynamic in fic form, but I’ve been told that that’s called trauma dumping and is, in fact, frowned upon so I’ll throw this out to anyone else who wants to take a stab at it