celestial's ideal | dream XD x reader |

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Today felt... unordinary.

Now truthfully, most of these days felt unordinary in some crazy, stupid aspect - but today felt different. More than different. It was unusual, too, considering how hardly a day had fallen out of place since Dream's permanent imprisonment. Everyone was at peace, everyone was happy (mostly), everyone had found their own source of tranquility; hell, not even a war had taken place recently, which seemed as though it were a common occurance here in these lands. All was contempt. Well... all except for Y/N, that is.

Sure, she also had peace as well as friends to keep her company here and there, but it didn't make her feel 'happy', per-say. She couldn't, knowing that Dream wasn't there. There was absolutely near-nothing she could do about it, either. Believe it or not, her and the masked tyrant had close relations long before things went to shit. They would spend every hour of every day with one another, doing whatever they pleased. Back then, he hadn't a care for anything - not power, not conflict, not even rulership. Just her. And that was all he needed to feel complete.

But of course, ideals change.

Once L'manburg formed, he slowly but surely changed, his hunger for obtaining what he deemed 'rightfully his' becoming his overbearing emotion during his everyday life. It became an obsession, watching that nation crumble little by little as it fought for justice and dignity. But he could never find his peace until that rebellion was merely a crater of what never should have been. And he succeeded. As of now, the 'nation' remained in shambles as an enormous cavity in the ground, near-forgotten by the people who once called it home. Though even then, it still couldn't complete his needs. He wanted more.

And all so suddenly, power was everything, and she was nothing.

Long-story short, his obsession became his downfall, leading him to become an all-known nefarious war criminal who held a life sentence in one of his very own creations, 'Pandora's Vault'. He had it coming, of course, but it still stung. Not a day went by where she didn't miss her sad-excuse of a ruler. She couldn't bring herself to visit him, either - whether it was from the shame of seeing what he had become, or the burden of him seeing her as she was now, she didn't know. Either way, whenever she stepped merely within view of the horror-esque chamber, her knees felt awfully weak, and her vision felt abnormally clouded. It was like being there was forbidden against her own will.

But it was for her own good, and maybe his, too. He hadn't seen her face in a long time, even when he was around to visit whenever he pleased. She even refused to have been there the day his imprisonment was made final. Who knows what would happen if they were ever to meet face-to-face, again? Not her, that's for sure.

Anyway, like she had stated before - today felt unordinary. Whether that would be a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be discovered by the H/C haired girl. She was committed to finding out, though.

Begrudgingly crawling out of bed, she landed on her feet with a light thump, a fatigued wave washing over her senses almost instantly. It was so overwhelming, that she almost stumbled right back into bed from the initial dizziness that sank through her mind. She managed, though, using the bed's railing to maintain her balance. Rubbing her sore, tired eyes, Y/N managed to find her way to her dresser so she could prepare and get ready as she pleased. Truthfully, she couldn't completely recall the last time she had a decent night's sleep, now that she thought about it. For all she knew, it could've been years ago, far before she'd even remember. It wouldn't be too shocking, that's for sure.

Once she got ready for the day, the H/C haired girl decided she ought to get fresh air and clear her mind. All this thinking for the past few days had really plagued her mind, more so than she'd like to admit. But that wasn't the only reason why she wanted to go outside.