"Don't Say I Didn't Warn Ya"

falling angel

uhhhhh... slight trigger warning for this one. depressive shit, nods to SH, hallucination .... the who shabang. ... you have been warned. don't come @ me cuz this is clearly here.
.. i'll put it again to be safe. 

**TRIGGER WARNING: SH(?), D---ESSION, HALLUCINATIONS**

if you skipped this and get triggered by the contents... uh that sucks ig idk what to tell you, man.

uh ... enjoy! its a little crazy lol uh you'll see

(i hope it makes sense i wrote this at the bootycrack of night)

---------------------------------------------

"W - Wait!"
"Whu ... huh?"
"Wait. Just - wait."
"..."
"It's... it's not worth it."

...

"..Are...are you an angel..?"

...

"Yes. Yes I am."

-----------------------------

no pov. not this time.

Five minutes had past, and there the benevolent leader sat, wallowing in his own shame like a pig in a mud puddle. Unlike the pig, he was not having a great time. The consequences of his scene and age were beginning to catch up with him both physically and mentally, and they packed a punch. He couldn't remember the last time he'd run or had aggressive physical contact. ... Or physical contact at all.

They were the one. They were his wildest dream, his deepest desire, his lover, his best friend, his muse... they were his everything. Despite it having been about four years since their devastating demise, the wound that was left in his heart never seemed to close. He had hoped that Nightmare could be the one to aid in healing, but of course that reality was shattered along with the glass that pierced his ankle when it bounced up from the tile floor.
Nothing made sense after they died. Nothing at all. Even work was a struggle. He hadn't gone in the few days prior. His mentality changed. His closest employee, Ink, had even gone as far as to comment that he had changed a lot physically from the grief, stating how his face alone was almost unrecognizable. Ink was much kinder, surprisingly, in his way of conveying that message. He and Finch, a captain down at Justice Reigns, had helped get him back into his work flow; they helped him get things back to "normal". The new normal. 
He didn't like the new normal.

"... I'm sorry ... I know you didn't wish for me to end up like this. I just ..." A stifled groan escaped his lips as his nails hit a nerve in the newly exposed flesh of his arm. It's a habit he'd picked up when he had been alone. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it. 
His wings came together and, although limp, shielded him from whatever visibility was left. He looked down at his nails and held the shaky hand to his nose. He didn't need light to know what the smell was.

Just then, he felt as though he was no longer alone. It was as if an entity had manifested right in front of him. He feared who it may be. The energy he felt made him feel warm. It was positive; a familiar warmth that's only felt when someone with a strong positive aura touches you. That would be impossible though, wouldn't it? There are only two beings that have the ability to do that to him, and one of them is ....

"Angel... it's okay..."

...No. No it can't be.

His wings began to unfold. He peeked between the spaces to see a pale hand outstretched toward him. His heart sank. 
"A ... ani..?" He managed to utter.

They smiled with a giggle, kneeling in front of the distraught onlooker. 
"Hello, Angel." they spoke, their voice as velvety as he remembered. "It's been a while, hm..?"

Dream could not believe his eyes. He was in awe.
Any sane person would probably be terrified, and rightfully so. It isn't everyday your dead lover comes before you and starts to talk all casual. It's completely insane and improbable. 

Dream is no sane person. He didn't care.

"Ani... a- ani!" With all his might, he tried to stand. His ankle did not allow him to do so. I guess the damage was worse than he thought. 

"Don't strain yourself, dear..." Ani put a hand on his cheek. Despite their presence feeling warm, their touch was as if they weren't even there.

"Ani... I -" 
His words were cut off with a finger to the lips. They smiled.

"You don't have to say it... I already know."

A tear rolled down Dream's cheek. He wanted desperately to tell them everything. He wanted to take them in his embrace and never let go. He wanted..... 
They took his free hand in theirs. 

"Angel ... I love you dearly.. you know that, hm..?"
"I- I... I do...."
They let out a low chuckle. It was not how Dream remembered.

"Angel... if you love me so much... why have you left me alone?..."
"..What..?"
"It's so lonely here. Why have you left me..."

Dream didn't know how to respond. He sat in a dumbfounded silence, staring at his lover. Or what he presumed to be his lover. The more he stared, the more obvious it became that they were transparent. 

"I'm.. sorry?"

Ani released Dream's hand and moved theirs to his unharmed ankle, unlatching the velcro of a small knife gifted to him by Ink. 'For protection,' he said. With a loving grin, Ani offered the blade to Dream. He stared at it, hesitating. 

"...Angel... Don't you love me...?"
"I..... do."
"Then come with me." 

The two were silent. After a moment, Dream hesitantly reached out and took the blade. His fingers were sticky from the scratching, and his entire body ached. With a shaky hand, Dream positioned the blade to his chest. Every breath was labored. His vision became blurry. All he could see was Ani's approving smile, the sound of their voice egging him on growing more distorted as he moved the blade away from himself, fully extending his arms to gain momentum. 

...

3

...

2

...

1

...

......

...........

................

"DREAM!!!"

The blade was knocked from Dream's hand in a blur. He looked over to see an exhausted and pissed-off Nightmare holding his trademark crescent-scythe.

Ani was gone.

"What the FUCK are you DOING?!"

Nightmare snatched the blade from the ground, moving it out of Dream's reach. The two made eye contact for a moment, but it wasn't very romantic. Nightmare had broken it real fast to examine Dream's injuries. Dream was too out of it to protest. Nightmare gently took and held Dream's arm, looking down at it with a frown as he muttered inaudible things to himself.
It took a minute for him to calm down, and even then he was still extremely on-edge. 

"... Let's... just... get you back to J.R. and .. get'cha cleaned up. 

...

 I'll make you ramen."