thenightmareofyourdrems

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

PROMPTS FROM THE "FALL GROCERY SHOPPING IN '99/'00" PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY *  assorted lines from this incredible playlist i found on spotify. it's so comforting. some lines are slightly reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

you wear those shoes, and i will wear that dress.

kiss me.

we'll take the trail marked on your father's map.

kiss me beneath the milky twilight.

i don't want to wait for our lives to be over.

i want to know right now.

will it be yes, or will it be sorry?

the war he saw lives inside him still.

it's so hard to be gentle and warm.

i want to know right now what it will be.

you're wearing your anguish again.

believe me, i know the feeling.

breathe a little more deeply.

all we have is this very moment.

i want to be here now.

when will they stop?

i believe that fate has brought us here, and we should be together.

my world crumbles when you are not near.

i may seem all right and smile when you leave, but my smiles are just a front.

i need your touch.

there's no easy way out.

love comes to those who believe it.

i don't know what to say.

you're gonna find the way.

i promise i'm not trying to make your life harder.

i'm in love.

i caused nothing but trouble.

i understand if you can't talk to me again.

we all want something beautiful.

i wish i was beautiful.

show me some of that spanish dancing.

believe in me.

she's looking at you.

grey is my favorite color.

just take my hand.

i will protect you.

i will be here. don't you cry.

my arms will hold you.

this bond between us can't be broken.

why can't they understand the way we feel?

they just don't trust what they can't explain.

we're not that different after all.

you must be strong.

i can change.

she doesn't own a dress.

i don't really wanna be the queen.

i don't really wanna live this life.

don't leave me in all this pain.

don't leave me out in the rain.

i need your arms to hold me now.

say you'll love me again.

i cried so many nights.

i will remember you.

you can go. you can start all over again.

maybe someday we'll figure all this out.

give it to me straight.

i don't know him anymore.

i'm all out of faith.

this is how i feel.

i'm cold and i am shamed.

you're a little late.

isn't it ironic?

life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay.

you're beautiful, that's for sure.

i don't know where my home is.

i don't care who you are.

live while you can.

it might as well be my fault.

god, it's better than nothing.

these are the days you'll remember.

i wish i was your lover.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Complicated .  It  was  funny  to  think  what’d  once  felt  complicated ;  mornings  on  the  mountains ,  mind  concerned  with  nothing  but  the  animals,  Mat’s  gambling  addictions  and  friendship ,  romance . Days,  when  at  every  little  mishap,  he  would  think  that  the  wheel  was  being  merciless,  wild,  a  hurricane  -  who  would  have  ever  assumed  that  these’d  been  but  its  softest  turns ?  And  so ,  at  her  words ,  a  small  smile  played  on  his  lips.  He  was  well-aware  that  things  had  indeed  grown  complicated .  Nothing  was  theories  anymore,  distant  futures  and  ifs .   Life  had  changed,  and  it  was  changing  right  before  his  eyes  every  single  day.

❝ You  don’t  need  to  worry  about  me . ❞  He  assured  her  -  thumb  coming  to  caress  her  hand .  It  was  still  something  uncertain  to  him .  Whether  this  was  the  right  path  to  follow ,  whether  staying  together  in  dreams ,  living  a  life  that  was  never  to  be  generously  given  to  them ,  was  the  wise thing  to  do  .  Upside  down  had  their  relationship  turned  not  that  long  ago  -  but  then  again ,  it  felt  impossible  to  stop   meeting  her,  to  stop  missing  her .

He  let  his  gaze  wander  off  ,  take  in  the  view .  The  water  falling ,  the  wind  howling  softly .  And  for  a  second ,  everything  felt  so  serene ,  nearly  peaceful .  Almost  if  all  responsibilities  and  duties  had  ceased  to  exist ;  almost  as  if  the  last  battle  was  not  approaching  and  a  thousand  people  weren’t  waiting  for  something  from  him .  And  then,  there  was  her .  The  woman  he  had  admired  back  in  the  tavern ,  fallen  for  too;  fiery,  powerful,  clever .  The  woman  that  after  all  these  ordeals,  all  their  arguments  and  lies,  had  become  his  safe  place.  

❝ How  comes  and  you  didn’t  visit  yesterday  night ? ❞   Question  that  escaped  him  mostly  curious  rather  than  an  accusation  or  a  complaint . 

@thenightmareofyourdrems sent: trust me , okay ?

the   words   echoed   in   lanfear's   mind,   rippling   as   she   held   his   gaze,   peering   into   the   depths   of   his   eyes.   so   simple,   yet   they   carried   an   immense   weight.   &   for   a   fleeting   moment,   triumph   flared   through   her   veins   like   liquid   fire,   a   ghost   of   a   smile   flickered   at   the   edge   of   her   lips,   gone   before   it   could   fully   form.   the   sensation   coiled   within   her,   a   silent   promise   of   things   to   come.

lanfear   drew   in   a   slow   breath,   letting   the   silence   coil   between   them   ;   her   fingers   on   his   jaw,   light   as   a   feather,   yet   laced   with   a   possession   she   made   no   effort   to   conceal.   it   must   have   been   an   extraordinarily   difficult   time   for   rand,   this   weight   of   expectation   pressing   against   him   like   an   unyielding   tide.   all   those   people   scurrying   around   him   like   ants,   each   with   their   own   vision   of   what   he   should   do,   who   he   should   become.   perhaps   she   did   too,   but   she   was   no   ant.   she   knew   what   he   truly   needed...

lanfear   inclined   her   head,   the   motion   laced   with   hesitation,   perhaps   even   reluctance.   ❝   i   do trust   you,   rand,   ❞   she   murmured,   her   voice   a   thread   of   silk,   spun   for   the   fragile   bubble   she   had   woven   for   them.   ❝   it's   the   others   i   don't   trust.   everything   has   become   far   more   complicated...   i   don't   want   you   hurt.   i   just   want   you   to   be   able   to   defend   yourself.   ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Like  a  bitter  euphoria  did  it  feel .  Saidin  embracing  him  stronger  and  stronger .  And  perhaps  something  in  the  back  of  his  hand  was  telling  him  to  stop ,  maybe  reason  was  trying  to  battle  with  desire,  but  he  didn’t  want  to  stop .  He  was  tired  of  everything ;  of  the  mistrust,  of  the  secrets,  of  the  constant  lectures  and  disapprovals,  of  the   musts  and  the  duties .  His  existence  was  nothing  but  a   means  to  an  end  and  it  wasn’t  fair .  He  had  to  always  follow  the  path  others  created  for  him ,  he  had  to  channel,  but  not  too  much ,  he  had  to  be  a  leader  but  still  obey,  he  had  to  be  powerful  but  still not intimidating.  He had to be everything the prophecies wanted him to be and then what ? What would happen when he did as Moiraine wanted and defeated the Dark One ? She 'd live a calm a nice life away from worries while he'd be left with a shadow of himself. He was fighting so THEY could have a life . Because quite honestly ? He knew that his - at least with enough clarity to be himself - was limited. So ,  no.  He  was  tired  of  listening .

He  saw  her .  Yet ,  before  he  could  react,  before  he  could  stop  her ,  the  threads  began  to  twist,  be  blocked  by  her  own .  It  felt  like  he  was  in  the  Tower  all  over  again .  This  feeling  of  helplessness,  almost  as  if  he’d  lost  the  most  significant  part  of  himself .  He  tried  to  channel ,  but  he  couldn’t  touch  the  Source,  couldn’t  taste  the  power  that’d  been  rushing  through  him  only  seconds  ago .  And  suddenly,  panic  began  to  arise .  The  need  to  channel  again ,  to  have  that  bittersweet  taste  in  his  body ,  to  be  powerful .  It  felt  even  more  suffocating  that  than  day  in  the  Tower  -  and  it  was  terrifying .  How   addicted  he  felt  to  it ,  how  horrifying  was  the  mere  idea  of  losing  the  ability  forever.

❝ Stop  it . ❞  Words  that  echoed  like  a  bitter  command .  She’d  lost  the  ability  to  touch  the  source  once -  she  knew  exactly  what  it  felt  like .  And  he’d  helped  her  -  he’d  saved  her  from  a  life  without  Saidar,  using  the  very  same  power  she  was  now  depriving  him  of .  Still,  somewhere  deep  inside,  somewhere  below  the  anger  and  the  fury,  he  knew  she  was  right .  He’d  lost  control   -  he’d  lost  control  and  he’d  rejoiced  in  doing  so .  His  mind  had  been  blurred ,  and  maybe  it  still  was .  ❝ You can't hold me forever ,  Moiraine . And you need me to defeat your Dark One.  So , stop it. ❞    

terror.   not   so   long   ago,   the   mere   thought   of   it   might   have   been   nothing   more   than   a   distant   dream,   than   a   shadow   creeping   at   the   edges   of   her   mind.   the   hope   that   rand’s   strength   would   surpass   that   of   an   ordinary   man    —   one   who   might   bend   &   crack   beneath   mere   whispers   of   madness    —   had   fed   her   belief   that   there   was   still   time.   not   an   abundance   of   it,   perhaps…   but   enough.   &   the   emotions   raging   inside   of   him   might   have   not   been   poisoned   but   be   pure,   might   have   been   understandable,   but   the   way   his   power   fed   upon   them,   swelling,   threatening   to   shatter   everything   in   its   wake?   his   fury   echoed   in   the   air,   warping   it,   bending   the   very   fabric   of   the   world   to   his   will.   it   frightened   moiraine   in   a   way   she   had   long   forgotten.

she   sensed   only   the   faintest   ripples   before   the   ground   began   to   tremble   beneath   them.   it   was   near   impossible   to   cloak   herself   in   calm,   to   be   the   oasis   against   his   storm.   ❝   no,   &   it   isn’t   what   you   truly   want   either,   ❞   moiraine   reminded   him   firmly,   the   one   power   engulfing   her   as   she   braced   herself.   to   wield   it   against   him?   the   last   thing   moiraine   ever   wished   to   be   forced   into,   &   to   weave   the   threads   of   spirit   now   might   as   well   be   the   final   nail   in   the   coffin   in   which   they   had   buried   the   last   reminiscence   of   their   shared   trust.

but   soon,   those   threads   coiled   like   silver   mist,   weaving   intricate   patterns   that   sealed   him   from   the   vast,   roaring   river   of   saidin.   the   force   she   sought   to   cage   nearly   stole   the   breath   from   her   lungs,   but   she   held   it   firm.   no…   he   was   no   longer   that   boy.   nor   the   one   who   had   battled   a   forsaken   in   falme.   perhaps   not   even   the   man   he   had   been   the   day   before.   he   was   becoming   something   else,   something   greater    —   or   something   far   more   dangerous.   ❝   i   take   no   pleasure   in   this,   ❞   her   voice   did   not   betray   the   strain   of   holding   the   shield.    ❝   but   you   cannot   ask   me   —   or   anyone   —   to   trust   that   you   know   what   you   are   doing   when   you   let   yourself   be   swept   away   by   the   currents   of   your   emotions.   you   are   stronger   than   this,   rand   al’thor.   ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      A  petulant  child .  For  a  brief  moment  he  said  nothing  -  contemplated  between  just  pulling  away  away  from  her  and  staying .  When  had  everything  begun  to  change  so  hard ?  He’d  looked  up  to  her ,  trusted   her  with  his  life ,  with  the  fate  of  the  world .  She’d  been  the  one  protecting  them  since  the  beginning,  even  if  it’d  taken  a  long  while  for  him  to  realise  it. The  world  could  be  collapsing,  he  could  be  collapsing,  yet  he’d  known  that  at  least  she  would  find  a  solution  -  and  if  not  a  solution,  then  a piece  of  advice .  She  was  becoming  distant  now,  though .  His  friends  had  stayed  behind  and  even  though,  Egwenne  was  there,  this  sense  of  loneliness  had  started  to  grow  overwhelming.   So,  this ?  Being  accused  of  acting  like  a  child ?  Maybe  he  didn’t  match  her  vision  of  the  Dragon,  maybe  he  wasn’t  like  the  hero  she’d  imagined  him   to  be,  however  this  was  who  he  was .  And  this  silent  -  or  well,  now  vocal  -  disapproval ?  It  was  helping  none .

❝ You  are  not  listening  to  me . ❞  He  answered  -  words  dressed  in  the  same  bitterness  as  her  own.  ❝ I  am  trying  to  talk  to  you  but  you  only  hear  what  you  want  to  hear . ❞  He  wasn’t  trying  to  push  anyone  away .  No .  He’d  tried  to  talk  to  her  a  thousand  times,  yet  she’d  simply  lecture  him ,  ignore  his  wants  and  worries,  get  him  to  focus  on  the  final  goal .   Even  Lan  was  willing  to  talk  with  him  and  not  to  him .  Which  was  perhaps  why  he’d  found  himself  spending more  and  more  time  with  him,  training  away  from  the  One  Power,   away  from  duties,  away  from  musts  and  expectations.  And  these  moments with Lan ? They were the only moments he felt like he existed.

And  yet,  it  was  her  next words  that  caught  him  off  guard ,  that  left  him  speechless  just  staring. ❝ Do  you  really  think  that  of  me ? ❞  That  he’d  become  someone  that  only  cared  for  adoration  and  power ?  That  he’d  simply  stopped  caring  for  his  friends ?  For  her ?  ❝ Just  because  I  am  making  my   own  choices  for  once ?  Because  I’ve  stopped  being  your  puppet ?  ❞ He'd been trying to act on her words, to follow her everywhere . To just toss himself into the battles she viewed as necessary . But he believed he could still have a saying in his own life.   Or well , whatever life he got left.

@thenightmareofyourdrems sent: 62 : rand storms away from moiraine during an argument .

when   had   calm   whispers   of   reason   turned   to   fire   &   knives?   words   clashed   like   steel   upon   steel,   like   thunder   rending   the   sky   in   two.   &   here   he   was   —   slipping   away   like   mist   she   had   once   believed   she   could   grasp.   letting   him   walk   away   might   have   been   the   wiser   choice   when   anger   simmered   beneath   their   skin,   when   frustration   coiled   so   tightly   it   threatened   to   break.   when   words,   sharpened   by   rage,   cut   deeper   than   any   blade   could.

❝   rand,   ❞   her   voice   cut   through   the   space   between   them   as   she   strode   forward.   a   leap,   then   another   —   she   grasped   his   arm,   fingers   curling   tight   to   hold   him   in   place.   to   make   him   stop.   to   make   him   face   her.   make   him   stop   turning   a   deaf   ear   to   things   he   did   not   wish   to   hear   &   see.   ❝   stop   acting   like   a   petulant   child.   ❞   the   words   burned   as   they   left   her   lips,   stripped   of   the   composure   she   had   spent   years   perfecting.  but she   did   not   swallow   them   back.

instead,   her   gaze   locked   onto   his,   &   she   saw   it   —   the   boy   from   emond’s   field,   now   unrecognizable.   something   in   her   chest   ached,   but   she   buried   it   deep.   she   had   pushed   him   —pushed   him   hard—   to   leave   that   old   life   behind,   but   was   this   truly   the   man   she   had   tried   to   bring   forth?   ❝   you're   here   to   gather   warriors   at   your   side,   call   for   followers,   yet   cast   aside   those   who   offered   you   aid   from   the   start?   ❞   her   fingers   pressed   against   his   sleeve.   ❝   why?   because   i   refuse   to   bow   &   scrape like the rest?   because   i   remind   you   that   you   are   not   invincible?   ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@fclieadeuxx sent: I trust you - but you need to stop -

                   ˜”*°•.      Torrents  of  anger  surged  through  his  mind -  thoughts,  once  clear ,  now  swallowed  by  a  storm .   It’d  taken  nothing  but  an  argument ,  a  disagreement  for  this  last  straw  to  do  its  wonders .  These  theatrics  were  growing  infuriating ,  after  all ;  the  people  he’d  spent  the  longest  time  with ,  being  more  distrustful  than  the  Ael  he’d  barely  even  interacted  with .  They  all  kept  saying  how  they  trusted  him ,  how  they  didn’t  think  he  would  lose  control,  hurt  them ,  yet  their  eyes  betrayed  the  exact  opposite  thing .  Even  Moiraine  had  become  much  less  open ,  suddenly  just  unwilling  to  listen .  And  it  was  becoming   maddening  -  not  the  One  Power ,  but  how  even  when  he  did  exactly  what  they  wanted,  they  were  still  not  fine  with  it.

I  trust  you .  How  could  a  sentence  trigger  such  anger,  frustration ?  Maybe  it  would’ve  been  better  if  she’d  simply  admitted  the  truth .  If  she ’d simply  told  him  right  in  his  face  that  she  viewed  him  as  unreliable ,  untrustworthy, that  she  didn’t  like  his  enocunters  with  a  forsaken  or  that  he  had  let  too  many  worrying  elements  of  himself  appear .   He  was  trying,  he  was  physically  and  mentally  suffering  daily,  and  yet,  it  wasn’t  enough . 

 It  was  as  soothing  as  it  was  empowering .  It  was  as  perfect  as  it  was  poisonous -  Saidin  engulfing  him  .  Yet,  he  couldn’t  stop .  He  didn’t  want  to  stop .  And  quite  honestly ?  He  didn’t  care  enough to stop at  the  moment .   ❝ Why ?  Isn’t  it  what  you  wanted ?  Isn’t  what  all  of  you  wanted ?  ❞  Words  echoed  loud,  hostile  as  the  ground  shook  lightly  as  the  weaves  kept  growing .  He  cared  for  her,   he  cared  for  every  single  one  of  them,  and  he’d  trusted  her  -  so  feeling  like  it’d  started  not  being  mutual ?  It  was  the  worst  feeling  in  the  world.   ❝ No,  you  don’t .  I  don’t  know  if you  think  I  am  too  naive   or  not  smart  or  incapable.  But  I  am  not  who  I  used  to  be.  You  made  sure  of  that. ❞  

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

They Lost Control

Memes for when the other character has lost it! Some of these can have heavier connotations so peruse with caution.

"You're hurting me!"

"Get off me!"

"This isn't you!"

"Get control!"

"I trust you - but you need to stop -"

"Don't make me tie you up."

"Take a breath, focus."

"You're here with me."

"I don't like that look in your eyes."

"You are stronger than this!"

"You have to fight it off."

"Come on, come back to me..."

"Take a breath. Remember to ground yourself."

"You're better than the monster."

"Don't let it take you over."

"Hold my hand. Take a breath. You're here. You're safe."

"No! No! Please -"

"Why would you do this?! I thought you were better than this!"

"You're meant to be fighting it!"

"We were friends, weren't we?"

"How could it end like this?"

"Please - don't -"

"You're out of control."

"Someone needs to put you down."

"Like a wild dog, aren't you?"

"Get the muzzle."

"If you don't stop, you're going to make me hurt you."

"Oh, poor thing... so much wildness in you, hm?"

"Someone help! Please!"

"Oh, no. Its too late, isn't it? Far too late."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      It  felt  like  centuries  ago ,  when  they’d  be  sitting  around  the  fire ,  arguing .  Tension  overgrowing   as  the  mission  to  find  the  Dragon  Reborn  would  become  more  and  more  difficult .   And  yet,  here  they  were  now  ;  everything  different,  but  at  the  same  time,  so  similar .  He  knew  he’d  been  intolerant.  That  when  Moiraine  had  come  to  the  Two  Rivers  to  take  them,  he’d  been  the  most  mistrustful,  the  most  rebellious  among  his  friends.  And  yet,  after  everything  that’d  happened ?  They  had  all  changed .

At  the  other’s  words ,  a  negligible  shrug  was  offered .  ❝ Maybe  for  some . ❞  Sure,   most  girls  would’ve  taken  such  compliment  strangely ,  however  claiming  she  belonged  to  the  most  girls  category  would’ve  been  a  horrible  lie.  ❝ Keeps  me  on  my  toes. ❞  He  repeated  jokingly  arching  an  eyebrow  in  response .  ❝ Do  you  enjoy  intimidating  me  then ? ❞  For  well ,  maybe  once  she  had  successfully  done  so .  Still,  he  was  surprised  when  she  decided  to  step  closer , sit  there .  ❝ I  thought  you  didn’t  like  my  compliments. ❞ 

‘ you're scary , is not a compliment . ‘ she says , but she doesn't quite mean it . it's always a pleasure to hear a man call her scary , grotesque even . looking away with fear , not once wanting his name to be spoken with hers - but rand says it like it makes him smile . and it does . that little tug of his lips which she doesn't fail to notice . akina doesn't know if she should be offended or listen to her traitorous thoughts and smile back ; eventually her eyes roll , and she breathes out a soft chuckle against her well . ‘ well , maybe it is . it keeps you on your toes , i like that . ‘ that's not a lie . he used to be easy to intimidate , but now he's changed . and akina hasn't found time to think about it when she's kind of mourning for liandrin's betrayal . she steps closer , jumps to sit on the table which he drinks on , and lay a leg over the other with a small grin . ‘ compliment me more . ‘

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@daughternight sent: I want you, just as you are.

                   ˜”*°•.      As  you  are .  In  a  world, where  everyone  was  determined  to   change  him ,  form  him  as  they  thought  right ,  hearing  such  words  felt  strange.  He  knew  they  were  not  true,  after  all .  Perhaps  their  encounters,  even  if  only  in  dreams,  had  grown  frequent ,  however  nothing  changed  the  past.  She’d  approached  him  because  he  was  the  Dragon  Reborn.  She’d  tricked  him  into channeling ,  she’d  tried  to  turn  him  into  the  man  she’d  once  loved .  And  he  knew  that  it  was  not  the  farmboy  that  she  wanted ,  that  if  he  showed  hesitancy  to  channel ,  she   would  try  to  convince  him  otherwise .  Lanfear  loved  the  Dragon  Reborn ,  and  this ...  well ,  he  had  yet  to  match  the  title.

❝ You  don’t . ❞  Words  that  despite  their  nature,  came  with  no  bitterness .  For  didn’t  all  of  them  want  him  to  be  the  Dragon ?  Didn’t  all of  them  want  him  to  fulfill  the prophecies ?  At  the  same  time,  though,  everyone  still  seemed  to  mistrust  him ,   to  fear  the  consequences  that  came  with  all  they  were  determined  to  turn  him  into. Lanfear  didn’t ,  though.   Which  was perhaps  the  reason,  he’d  decided  to  give  this  whole  thing  a  second  chance .  Why  he  still  allowed  her  -  wanted  her -  in  his  dreams.   ❝ But  it’s  fine.  You  don’t  have  to  lie  to  me. ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Terrible  ends  -  but  wasn’t  it  inevitable ?  He  could  see  it  in  the  eyes  of  everyone.  Even  if  none  dared  to  admit  it,  even  if  everyone  kept  talking  about  trust,  even  if  they  followed  him,  he  knew  that  this  trust  was  fading  away  day  after  day .  And  maybe  it  wasn’t  that  irrational  -  maybe  they  had  every  reason  to  feel  this  way.  It  wasn’t  just  himself  getting  lost,  after  all ;  it  was  the  forsaken  putting  them  all  into  jeopardy  just  because  he  dared  to  exist ,  just  because  these  people  wanted  to  help  him .  And  how  was  he  to  even  repay  them ?  By  carrying  a  destructive  prophecy ?

❝ I  don’t  have  years,  though. ❞  As  hard  as  he’d  tried  to  avoid  his  nature,  as  powerfully  as  he  might’ve  fought  against  himself,  he’d  soon  realised  that  there  was  no  avoiding  it .  That  no  matter  what  alternative  he  found ,  be  it  hiding  or  using  the  sword,  the  One  Power  was  a  part  of  himself .  And  it  was  a  strong  part,  one  that  kept  trying  to  find  its  way  out ,  one  he  couldn’t  contain  the  moment  he  let  himself  get  the  slightest  taste  of.  And  yet,  he  couldn’t  tell  them.  There  was  none  he  could  talk  to  about  it  -  for  wouldn’t  they  only  distrust  him  more ?  fear  him ? 

❝ We  could  be  attacked at  any  moment  and  I  would  only  have  bursts  of  power that could harm anyone. ❞  Bursts  that  could  harm  one  of  his friends,  bursts  that  he  couldn’t  wake  himself  up  from .  No.  They’d  be  clouding  his  mind,  giving  him  a  sense  of  something  the  irresistible,  something  that  he  wanted,  needed .  Something  that  was  only  making  him  yearn  for  more .  At  her  suggestion ,  he  nodded.  Perhaps  the  weaves  wouldn’t  work  for  him,  however  he  could  at  least  see  the  way ,  the  methodology  and  then ?  It’d  be  clear  experimentation.  ❝ We  can  try  that .  After  you  rest. ❞  

⎯⎯⎯⋆·˚ ༘   ❝   you   are   far   too   hard   on   yourself,   ❞   moiraine   observed,   noting   the   flicker   of   doubt   in   response   to   her   words   —   even   though   he   knew   well   enough   she   could   not   lie.   the   fire   crackled,   its   warmth   pressing   against   the   cool   night   air   &   she   settled   onto   the   blankets   by   it,   truly   grateful   for   rand's   offer.   still,   sleep   could   wait   a   little   longer   —   at   least   until   lan   returned   to   camp.   ❝   being   born   with   this   unique   ability   does   not   make   it   any   easier   to   master.   in   truth,   most   who   do   not   understand   what   is   happening   to   them   meet   the   most   terrible   ends…   &   even   those   under   the   guidance   —    it's   to   be   honed   through   pain   &   discipline. it   takes   us   long   years   to   learn   enough   to   raise   to   the   shawl.  i   was   no   exception.    ❞

&   rand?   it   had   not   even   been   a   year   since   he   first   learned   what   he   was   &   what   he   was   capable   of.   power   had   come   to   him   like   a   raging   storm,   too   vast,   too   raw   to   be   contained...   the   sheer   force   she   sensed   within   him,   even   after   so   few   months?   it   unsettled   her   more   than   she   dared   admit.   &   she   feared   not   only   what   his   uncontrolled   bursts   could   do   to   others,   but   what   they   might   do   to   rand   himself.   a   ghost   of   a   smile   was   filled   the   weight   of   shared   understanding   —   for   had   they   not   all   faced   the   same   struggle?   but   she   was   to   remain   his   unwavering   rock he could lean on,   even   as   she,   too,   faltered   beneath   the   winds   that   sought   to   tear   them   apart. 

❝   there…   may   be   a   way   i   can   help.   ❞   her   words   were   measured,   yet   uncertainty   coiled   beneath,   yet   forbidding   him   from   channeling   altogether   would   serve   no   purpose   ;   denial   would   not   cage   his   power...   it   would   only   force   it   to   shatter   free.   &   however   off   the   beaten   track   the   idea   was,   she   was   willing   to   take   the   risk.   ❝   you'll   have   to   figure   things   on   your   own   still,   but   at   the   very   least   i   can   show   you   how   i   weave   the   threads   —   &   guide   you   when   you   reach   for   them.   ❞   &   control.  there   was   still   time   before   he   reached   his   full   power   —   &   it   might   have   been   the   last   chance   when   she   would   still   be   strong   enough  on   her   own   to   keep   him   in   tact   were   his   control   to   slip.   ⎯⎯⎯   ୧   .

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@wellfell sent: I'm feeling a little attacked right now.

                   ˜”*°•.      A  small  smile  tugged  at  his  lips  -  the  quiet  of  the  night  together  with  well ,  this,  enough  to  temporarily  erase  the  overgrowing  worries.  It  was  nice .  Talking  to  her ,  remembering  that  it  wasn’t  just  battles  that  they  had  to  fight.  That  there  was  still  the  opportunity  to  breath  -  even  if  barely,  even  if  rarely.   ❝ Why ?  Am  I  wrong ? ❞  Question was  dressed  in  something  the  teasing,  the  joking  as  he  took a  last  bite  on  the  apple  at  hand .  ❝ After  all ,  I  might’ve  meant  it  as  a  compliment. ❞  

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

I have such a high muse but such a high fever too

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Moiraine  had  always  tried  to  help  him ,  guide  him  through  this  new  life  that’d  been  so  violently  tossed  upon  him .  And  yet ,  something  had  changed,  maybe  slowly,  maybe  barely.  She  wouldn’t  listen  to  him ,  wouldn’t  try  to  understand  him  -  not  like  Lan  did,  anyway.  So ,  to   talk  to  her  about  it ?  To  even  attempt  to  explain  how  he  felt ?  He’d  tried,  yet  the  attempt  had  been  futile;  Moiraine  didn’t  want  to  see  the  problem ,  and  quite  honestly,  he  didn’t  know  if  he  wanted  her  to  see  it  either.  Not  when  the  mere  possibility  of  her  thinking  of  him  as  unreliable  could  make  whatever  trust  break  apart.

Lanfear  was  different .  Maybe  their  relationship  had  gone  through  ordeals,  maybe  forgiveness  had  not  settled  as  absolute,  however  he  knew  she  would  listen. ❝ I  feel  like  every  time  I  channel ,  it  becomes harder  and  harder  to  stop . ❞  And  as  much  as  everyone  was  set  on  him  channeling,  everyone  did  still  look  at  him  as  if  he  was  untrustworthy.

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked: "something bad is happening" rand & lanfear.

Something bad meant something different to Lanfear than it did to Rand. She was fully aware of this notion, still, her brow furrowed, she tried to look interested, like she cared. And in some ways she did care for him, she didn't want him dead, she wanted him to come to the dark. They could have so much fun.

She stood and hugged him from behind, her arms circling his chest, while she rested her head against his back. "What kind of bad?" She asked him, curious what he would be talking about. What he would find bad. Was it something inside of him, or was it something external?

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@malumxsubest sent: If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets

                   ˜”*°•.      Moments  of  peace  engulfed  by  uncertainty ;  the  world  was  abounded  with  terrors  and  dangers,  and  knowing  who  he  was ?  He  was  only  luring  more  problems  into  their  direction.  How  many  times  had  he  considered  leaving  ?  How  many  times  had  he  thought  about   sacrificing  this  in  the  name  of  her  safety ? And  yet,  he’d  been  a  coward ;  selfishness  keeping  him  here,  for  he’d  missed  the  feeling  of  belonging .  Of  having  a  stable  life  away  from  the  madness  of  destiny  -  but  even  this,  could  never  last  forever,  could  it  ? 

❝ Why  would  anyone  forget  you ? ❞  She  was  an  amazing  person ,  whom  the  people  in  the  area adored .  Whom  he  adored  -  even  if  he  didn’t  say  it  as  often.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌

A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞

❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞

❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞

❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞

❝ I will always be yours. ❞

❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

❝ You make me feel safe. ❞

❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞

❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞

❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞

❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞

❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞

❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞

❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞

❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞

❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞

─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞

❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞

❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞

❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞

❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞

❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞

❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞

❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞

❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞

❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞

❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞

❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞

❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞

❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞

❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞

❝ You deserve better than that. ❞

❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞

❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞

❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞

❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞

❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞

❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞

❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞

❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞

❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it change what I feel for you. ❞

❝ He’s not good for you. ❞

❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞

❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞

❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞

❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞

❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞

❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞

❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞

❝ Does he know? ❞

─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬

❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞

❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞

❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞

❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞

❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞

❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞

❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞

❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞

❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞

❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞

❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞

❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞

❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞

❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞

❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Seconds  had  it  taken  for  the  marks  to  fully  disappear ,  the  bone  to  heal  itself,  yet  tension  was  incurable .  Fixed  on  sticking  by  their  side ,  turning  this  whole  adventure   into  the  worst  torture .  Survive .  This  was  the  priority  he  kept  on  thinking  of ,  however  as  time  passed  by,  he  found  himself  preferring  death  over  this  frustrating  circus .  He  knew  that  Scott  didn’t  trust  him ,  that  none  of  them  did .  Did  he  blame  them ?  No.  However,  at  this  particular  moment,  distrust  was  helping  none . 

It  was  then  that  Scott  spoke  again  -  words  difficult  to  believe .  ❝ I  killed  you.  Why  would  you  not  want  to  fight  me ? ❞  Not  only  had  he  killed  him,  but  he’d  also  betrayed  them ,  turned  everything  and  everyone  upside  down,  got  them  to  fight,  argue,  separate .  So,  why  was  Scott  so  set  on  denying  the  animalistic  instinct  that’d  so  clearly  uncovered  itself  seconds  ago ?  Why  was  he  willing  to  make  truce,  when  he  was  obviously  stronger  ?  ❝ I  know  that  none  of  you  trusts  me ,  sure,  it’s  reasonable . But  I  have  no  reason  to  betray  a  single  one  of  you  this  time . ❞  So,  this  constant  reminder  of mistrust  every  time  he  cooperated  with  them ?  It  was  unneeded .  And  maybe  lashing  out  at  Scott  had  been  unfair,  however  it  was  impossible  to  ignore  the  tension  lurking  in  the  air .  

as quick as he'd started it, theo scales it back. scott lets the fangs and claws retract, but the glow of his eyes stays for another minute, level, calculating. like he's trying to figure out if this is a lie, too. it isn't. for all of theo's own anger, his own aggression, there's something else underneath that's harder to read but no less visceral. red dims back to brown. jaw tight at the hinge for how firmly his back teeth are clamped together, scott nods. just once, letting in a long breath and exhaling it back out ; it doesn't take the rest with it, nerves as tensile as a trip wire, only enough that he can't taste copper in his throat anymore. " fine. then let's focus. " on survival, above anything else, and it isn't just theirs. scott knows that as well as theo does, even if the respective fine - print doesn't exactly match up. contrary to how it might look, how fast he'd risen to the perceived challenge, he hates this feeling. he hates that he still feels it, all the time, like a parasite ; something inside him that's leeching at his resolve until all he wants to do is bare his teeth and go straight for the throat. he's not that person, and he never wants to be.

they get a few paces further on before he stops again, turns back around to face theo with a level of visible calm that wasn't there before. the claw marks on him are healed, like they'd never been there in the first place, but the sting hasn't gone away. that's the bitter truth to all of this : if theo had really wanted a pack, no ulterior motives, then scott would've given him one. he almost had. " okay, look. i get it. i know that you don't wanna be here. believe me, neither do i. but i don't want to fight you, either. i don't want to fight anyone, which is why we're even doing this in the first place. so that no one else has to kill each other. so we'll just — we'll concentrate on that, alright? forget about before. it's done. "

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      A  lot  had  happened  in  such  a  short  while .  What’d  once  been  a  simple  life,  suddenly  changing,  twisting  into  something  terrifying .  So,  to  hide  had  been  his  solution ;  run  away  from  everything  and  everyone,  search  for  peacefulness  somewhere  where  duty ,  his  true  nature,  would  never  find  him .  Yet,  it  was  still  impossible  to  do  that .  With  his  mind  struggling   not  to  succumb  to  the  voice  following  him  ever  since  channeling,  he  couldn’t  but  feel  horrified  every  time  he  realised  how much  he  cared  for her .  Male  channelers  kill  the  ones  they  love  first ;  so,  why  was  he  allowing  himself  to  make  such  mistake ?

❝ No, you aren’t . ❞ It  wasn’t  about  overstepping  the  mark ,  it  wasn’t  about  crossing  boundaries.  Quite  honestly,  he  wasn’t  sure  what  this  was  about .  Perhaps  a  need  to  understand ?  To  figure  out  where  exactly  they  were  standing ?  Or  maybe  it  was  simply  fear ;  a  fear  that’d  been  surrounding  him  for  so  long  lately.

❝ I  actually  appreciate  it  that  you  let  me  stay . ❞  Sure,  he  was  trying  to  repay  her ;  work  for  her,  help  around  with  things .  However,  this  didn’t  change  the  fact  the  first  day ,  she  could  have  sent  him  away  -  for  seeing  a  man  with  no  money ?  in  a  bad  condition ?  it  could  have  screamed  trouble  for  the  most .

❝ I  just  caught myself  thinking  that  I  will  have  to  leave  eventually, that  this  was  a  temporal   stay  and…  well,  I  care  about  you  too. ❞  And  handling  this ?  He  didn’t  know  how. 

@thenightmareofyourdrems  asked : " why do you care so much about me? " ~ rand

the hand that was tending the stew for the tavern that very day, methodically stirring the contents stalled as the pallid woman went still, her lips delicately took shape of a downturn frown and her brows furrow diminutively. amelia was thankful that the tavern was slow with brief foot traffic here and there from far & few between visitors. saved for a few regulars from the hamlet, of course.

lia briefly smiled at him from over her shoulder before resuming to tend the stew. " i do not know, rand. " she answered truthfully, speaking loud enough so he could hear her with her back turned toward him. she let out a soft, pleased hum as she used a different unused wooden spoon to taste the hearty meal. it was delectable.

she crouched down low to her haunches and used an iron pick to rearrange some of the larger burning wood pieces to the sides of the stone hearth. she would so loathe if the precious stew were to burn right under her nose and she would be undoubtedly distraught. lia angled her head as she steadily stood upright while she lowered the pick off to the side before she finally met his form with a barely-there smile. she brushed her hands against the fabric of her apron she wore whenever she cooked for tavern guests.

" i simply do, darling. it can't be helped, i'd suppose. " she answered kindly, her tone delicate. " am i overstepping? if i am, please inform me. wouldn't dare to annoy you, rand. "