Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Nighttime.

Or, at least, what passed for nighttime on the meatship.

A time when most of the crew was already fast asleep, dreaming away pleasantly throughout the night.

...Or, perhaps not. For you see, tonight, something particularly strange is happening.

Now it is not all that unusual for someone to have a nightmare, especially not on the ship.

Yet tonight, no one will sleep easily, for the Nightmare King deems it so.

Everyone's dreams will have a tinge of horror to them. Nothing so out of the ordinary to rouse one's suspicions, but at the same time, no one is left out.

Pleasant nightmares, meatship.

[ooc: And thus begins the start of the Nightmare King's spree of insanity. He's starting out subtle, of course. The nightmares won't be anything more than your run of the mill bad dream, but he is giving them to everyone. Posting in isn't mandatory, but if you want to have fun with your character's nightmare, go right ahead.]

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[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

That's when he turns over and wiggles to face her in the dark, presses a gentle kiss to her lips, and buries his face in her neck. Wrapping his arms around her, he traces his fingers gently against the naked skin of her back.

This, right here is the place where he can be himself. He can be weak, he can be scared, he can be sad. Only in this little place right here, because the rest of the time he tries so hard to be good, to be strong, to be the kind of hero he should be. He's Superboy--he's not allowed to be scared of anything. Superman isn't scared of things. Superman doesn't cry. Superman doesn't worry about losing his way and becoming evil. (Or so Kon thinks).

But right here, he can be just be what he is. Right here, in the dark, with his face buried against her neck, and her skin against his, and the smell of her hair, he can just be himself. Scared and sad and wishing his nightmares of being bad weren't weighed so heavily in the genuine possibility of losing his way (Black Zero, brainwashed by Luthor, the Titans of Tomorrow--how many ways can he go bad?)

All the rest of the time, he's the cocky, smartass, occasionally moronical, brave moron that he is, all the insecurities and worry about who he'll become tucked away and hidden.

He's safe here, though. He's safe with her.

She gets a sleepy nuzzle, and strong arms holding her closer.

It didn't matter how many nightmares about his future and himself he had, as long as he each time, he could wake up with her in his arms.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

She exhales, deeply, and relaxes against him. As long as she has him, she's grounded, and can think straight. It feels good, not only to have someone to lean on, but to be strong enough to be someone he can lean on.

"I love you too, Kon," she replies, softly, leaning her cheek against the top of his head.