#sooo rip cloe and her recurring nightmares am I right?

[thepraetor]

dream eater & horn drill <3

𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 dream eater — does your muse have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

tw: blood, graphic descriptions of violence, gore, body horror, maybe?

The dream always begins the same way.

The door to her mami's apartment looms ahead of her, and there is a heaving feeling on her gut. She is late, and something is wrong. She doesn't want to open the door, knows something terrible awaits her. A small, conscious, part of her brain is screaming for her to run, to do something.

She can't move.

She is rooted on the spot, watching the comforting wood of the door bleed red. There is a moist sticky sound coming from behind the door, the sound of something wet and bloody slapping against tile. Underneath it, there is something wrong. Jagged gasps, mutters of pains, her name spit between breaths as someone begs, and beneath that? The slick, steady sound of a knife plunging into someone over and over and over and over and over and over again.

She can't move.

She is so afraid.

Then she hears her mother scream.

Suddenly, the fear chaining her in place is gone and she wastes no time. She bursts through the bloody door, anger coursing through her veins.

She is too late.

For a moment, she ignores the shadows, the masked men surrounding her mother.

Liliana is not dead yet, but the moment Cloe lies her eyes on her, she knows she will be. The light is fading from her eyes too quickly for her to stop. There is no hope, she knows, and something inside her breaks.

It's a dream, a distant part of her knows, so the cloaked masked men don't attack her as she walks closer to her dying mami. They stand there, looming. More of an omen than a reality, a reminder that she is not safe and never will be.

The world is silent, as if it was waiting in baited breath as she kneels next to her mami. Trembling hands cradle a bleeding would-be corpse, warm hands cupping cooling cheeks as Cloe leans down to press her forehead against her mothers.

There are noises, Liliana's last attempts at words, but nothing leaves her lips. Her mami's vocal cords are shredded from the screaming, she can't say anything. There is no reassurances in Liliana's dying moments. Just the quiet sound of crying, covered by ragged dying breaths.

She never knows how long this part of her dream is. Never figures out how long it takes for her mother to die in her nightmares. It's an eternity contained within one night, a millennia of suffering suffered in a second. It's too much time and too little at the same time.

No matter what she does, this part always ends up the same way.

Her mami dies painfully and slowly, sheer agony she didn't deserve but got nonetheless.

And with her death? A small part of Cloe follows Liliana to the Otherworld.

What follows is a massacre, a reminder. Blood stains her hands, her rumpled suit splattered with blood and viscera as she tears through the men that took the only family she ever knew.

She wakes up with the ghost feeling of her mother's body on her arms.

horn drill — are there any personality traits that would stop your muse from pursuing a relationship with someone?

Close-mindedness (No, she isn't aware of the irony of this statement, but I am and I find it hilarious). Cloe is a woman full of ideals and dreams of changing the world. If her partner is not at least willing to listen to her opinion, she doesn't see things going anywhere. Outside of that, she is willing to put up with a lot, because she believes that people are inherently good and she is willing to give everyone a benefit of the doubt. Senseless cruelty would be another, but the emphasis is on senseless. She might be kind, and it's hard to remember, but Cloe has killed people. She enjoyed killing them. Her morals are not all nice and shiny, no matter how much she tries to keep them so. She is willing to go very far for a reason, but if the cruelty is senseless? Well, what is the point of it anyways? Another way to describe senseless cruelty is for it to be directionless. She sees no point on being cruel to any person. If she has to be cruel, she prefers if said cruelty has a point. The same applies to someone she might be pursuing a relationship with.