bridgescribble | The Nightmare meme

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The Nightmare meme

You're having a nightmare, and you aren't alone. Someone is here with you in tonight's strange, dark dreamscape--for better or for worse.

Chased: Bears, tentacly monsters, giant vengeful wasps. You need to escape from it but you can't find a way.
Trapped: Elevator, sinking ship, cave. You're in and you can't get out.
Performance: It's often quoted that people fear public speaking more than they fear death. You don't know the script, you've never seen this Powerpoint, the teleprompter is blurry as hell... forget falling, you're about to die on stage.
Hated: You know those dreams where everyone you know accuses you of something terrible and they all hate you now? Yeah. It's that one tonight.
Disaster! You're on an island and a volcano erupts! You're next to a river and it floods! Never mind how geologically, climatologically, or physically likely it would be in this location in real life, it's happening now.
Haunting past: Your bad memories are just waiting for you to let your guard down, and what's more unguarded than sleep?
Wildcard: There are infinite nightmares in infinite combinations... why not put together your own?

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"I used to hate my eyes until you." Ashley loved them so unreservedly, so unashamedly, that he'd changed Ganymede's own mind with regard to his features. "Everyone loved them in the light when they're tawny and clear...but you love them all the time." Even when they're so deep they look almost black, and his hair swirls around him like a cloak. He tilts his head up to brush his lips against whatever part of his husband is most easily presented, and hums as he considers.

"My turn. Truth."

"That makes me want to destroy everyone who ever said they loved you before me." He can't imagine how you can tell someone you love them without loving all of them. Ash would gladly drown in the darkness of his eyes. He loves seeing Ganymede carefree and smiling and he loves to see the darkness of the man who has lived and fought for thousands of years. Both men live in those eyes that can be tawny and bright or bottomless in their darkness.

"Truth." He hums at the back of his throat. His eyes are dark and a little heavy from the cozy high that is starting to set in. Another drink of whiskey slides down his throat. "The first time we kissed what did you really think?"

Ganymede had told him it was nothing. That friends could kiss without it meaning anything.

Oh, he can easily remember the first time they kissed; in his bar, lights dark halfway through him closing up alone because Armarus hadn't wanted to be there with him. He'd rarely ever stayed for long if Ganymede was there. And Ashley had been open, and honest, and Ganymede could feel the phantom prickles from the hair on the back of his husband's neck whe he remembered it.

"The first time, I thought...you want to kiss me because of how I look. Or because I was with someone else. I thought one and you'd be over it." And they'd parted again, but Ash wasn't the only one who'd wanted another kiss. "When you said you wouldn't hate it if I kissed you again, I wanted to. I wanted so badly to let you hold me like you were and pull me into more and more kisses, because you wanted me. But I was scared if you went back to Jasper, I'd be alone. Again." He's always done that, let his mind race ahead to the what-ifs, the what next, the consequence after consequence of whatever he's doing. Because everything is connected in the most intricate kind of spider's web, and there are bound to be ripples across it he can't predict.

"You said you'd always talked yourself out of making a move with me, and I didn't want you to talk yourself out of it again." Not if they'd already shared that kind of kiss. Oh, Ganymede had said itwas nothing, but it had been anything but. He could feel his lips wanting to meet Ashley's again, because they'd been soft and warm and welcoming the way Armarus' never were. The man had assumed he was a whore the moment they'd met, and had never treated him like anything different. Ashley had seen him for a man, capable and whole and everything he'd wanted people to see him as for years and years and years.

"When we met the very, very first time I wanted to kiss you because of how you look." He confessed. Ashley had no reason to lie to him. When they met on the street and Mae had run he was captivated by his appearance. Even being with Jasper at the time Ash would have done more then just kiss him. But, he could admit it had been purely physical at that point in time.

A lock of his hair was being twirled around Ash's finger. "When we went ice skating," He pauses, his eyes star filled and happy. "That time I wanted to kiss you because...it was one of the most genuine, trusting conversations I have ever had with someone who isn't my kind. And you looked fucking adorable."

Every encounter after that it had only gotten worse. The longing. The way he wished for something to happen that would change things between them. Every time they talked it was meaningful. Ganymede listened to him. Saw him. "I would have been with you even if I was a secret. I would have waited. I've never felt that way about being with anyone. That night you said it would be in addition to not instead of and I felt it in my bones that I would have taken anything that you would give me." He lightly traced the bridge of his nose with the end of that long plait of hair. "By that point I hadn't slept with Jasper in months. I...couldn't. The last time had been on Valentine's Day. There was no chance I was going to go back to him. I did things to make sure that bridge was burned. Shit, I am pretty sure I went on more dates with you while I was with Jasper then I went on with him."

Ash slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. "I did talk myself out of it. A lot. You wanted to be in love with him. You wanted someone who wouldn't grow old and leave you alone. I couldn't bring myself to take that away from you no matter how much I wanted it." He's always been a selfish man. That night he had meant it when he said he had no problem breaking up a relationship, that wasn't a lie. Ash just couldn't stomach letting Ganymede get hurt like that. That was what had stopped him every time he wanted to scoop him up and steal him away and convince him that they should be together. "The way you kissed me," His sigh is soft. "I felt it the moment our lips met, I was yours completely. You saw me and I felt it."

"You shouldn't have," Ganymede murmured as he was tugged in closer, and turned to cuddle into his love's side, warm and strong and irrepressably comforting. "I remember almost every word of that conversation," he said softly. "I wanted to. Because you were the first man who'd ever heard that and hadn't...said something right after. Calling me a liar, or delusional, or...asking why I thought I wanted to be Ganymede from the stories. You just listened."

He pressed a soft kiss to the cap of Ashley's shoulder, feeling the muscle flex under his lips. "I've always seen you. Every bit of what you are. And I wanted you so bad after that--it took me days to be able to concentrate on anything again. I kept wanting to go back and just...spend time with you. Doing anything. Because you didn't tell me things I already knew, you didn't treat me like I was stupid." He huffed out a little breath.

"I was used to being with men like Armarus. The ones who knew everything, He...I made a joke in our very first conversation about being part of the paid services--because of the bar. But he assumed it meant I was a prostitute. And I wasn't mad about that, I've been one loads of times before. I was good at it, it kept food in my belly and I wasn't too proud to admit that. But he never asked--he never even asked if that was what I meant. You never did that."

"How could I ever expect you to believe in me if I didn't believe in you?" It was as simple as that. For Ash trust wasn't something that had to be earned. He trusted people until they proved to him why he shouldn't. There had never been a reason not to believe what Ganymede had told him wasn't the truth.

His finger hooks under Ganymede's chin at that light touch to his shoulder. Tilting his face up Ash barely lets his lips brush against the others. "No one can live as long as you have and be a stupid person. You are as smart as you are gorgeous. Resourceful and courageous. And I still don't know everything about you. I love learning who you are. Why assume I know?"

He had always heard that when someone tells you who they are believe them. That meant first giving them the chance to tell you, not assuming based on surface level shit. Taking Ganymede's hand he laces their fingers together. "You have me wrapped around every single one of these fingers."

"You're...the most different kind of man I've ever known," he murmurs. "Every time I look at you, I feel whole. Like I found the piece I've been looking for forever."

He laced his fingers with Ashley's, curled gently against his husband's palm. "I still can't fathom that you love hearing me prattle on and on about people you never knew, or places that were long gone before you were born. But I love that you'll listen. That you'll...practice languages with me so I don't forget them. Or that you'll play with the dogs. Or take me to ride. I saw the picture you took last time."

"Am I really that different?" He's always been under the impression that he is definitely a mediocre white guy. Basic, boring, full of all of the cringe worthy red flags.

He brought their hands to his lips and kissed each of his fingertips. "Galliards are the historians of our kind. I'm fascinated by what you have seen, by how much you have seen. All of that history brought us to this moment and I love knowing what you experienced and learned." Ash grins. "Like knowing where in the world you were and what you were doing when I was born. I know sometimes I come off like I just want to let go of the past and move on but that's not entirely true. I don't like to linger in those dark, depressing emotions...but I do like knowing about the past. About your history."

Of course he saw the picture. One of the first things he did when they decided to be together was add Ganymede to the biometrics that basically gives him access to any technology Ash has access to. Like his phone. There is literally nothing that he doesn't trust Ganymede to have access to.

"You look wild and free riding the horse. Makes me happy."

"You are," Ganymede murmurs. "You are the best man I've ever known. And I've known a lot of them, in a lot of ways," he chuckles, watching his fingertips be kissed with a soft, indulgent smile. "When you were born... I lived in Cairo. But I moved to Berlin not long after, when I heard about what was happening there."

He sighed, but it wasn't nearly as sad or pained as it had been before Ash. "You know, you can read any of my journals if you want to. They're in my trunk, in the bedroom. It's been unlocked since I moved in." He brings Ashley's hand to his lips, framing their hands against his cheek.

"I love her, you know. She's so fiery and spirited, and I love her. She needs some guidance and some good teaching. But she's come so far even just with us."

"The best? Didn't you get to meet the Jesus?" He nips one of his fingertips, smirking like the brat that he is. If a day goes by where he doesn't make some kind of joke about how long Ganymede has lived, take his temperature, he's probably sick. Ash won't argue that he isn't a very good man, but he doesn't think you can kill as many people as he has and still be good. Passable, sure. He just knows he has done a lot of things that most people would find unforgiveable. "I can be the best monster you've ever known."

Ash doesn't feel bad about the use of that word. Monster. He is one. Proud to be one.

"What name did you go by then?" He dipped his head so he could brush his lips against the soft skin of his neck. "Think you should read them to me in the language you wrote them in." Couldn't think of a better way to relax then listening to the sultry lilt pf his husbands voice as he read to him.

"I can't take credit for any improvements she's made. That's all you. We should get out there again now that the weather is warming up."

"I did, once or twice," he laughs, and playfully swats at his husband teasingly. He loves that Ash isn't afraid to tease him or be joking about his age. It had never upset him, and likely never would; he knew Ash wasn't trying to be hurtful. "But that would only impress me if I cared for his religion--and I didn't. Still don't, the way people have mucked it up. He seemed nice enough, but fairly sad, like he was lost in thought or something melancholy."

He rested his chin on his newly-folded hands, closing one eye when Ashley bent to kiss his neck. "I don't actually remember my name back then. I think it was Ziyad, or Zain, maybe. I'd have to look back in my books." Ganymede smiled softly. "We should. Maybe this weekend you and I go up...spend the night somewhere close by, just the two of us."

A little buzzed, a little high, he is very distracted by kissing his neck. The touches soft as he nibbles and teases every inch of skin he can get his lips on. "How do you always smell this damn good?" He mumbles against that spot right under his ear.

"I can't imagine you having other names. I like your name." A smile is pressed against his skin before parting in an open mouth kiss that turns into sucking on his warm skin. "I like this plan. I'll have Chrissy get something booked." His hand slides up to his neck, softly turning his head so he could better attack his neck. "Our game has gotten off track."

"You know what soap we use!" Ganymede laughed, finding himself trapped in strong arms around his back as Ashley kissed and sucked on his neck. He didn't mind it at all, liking the contact and the affection, and he nuzzled into Ashley's jaw with a soft, humming chuckle. "I've had a lot of names before I was Benjamin Prince...I didn't actually like it at first. I thought it was too obvious. But now I'm Benjamin Cromwell. So."

He nipped at Ashley's earlobe gently, catching it between his teeth lightly. "Take your turn, then."

"It doesn't smell like this on me." He continued to kiss and touch but wasn't escalating the contact. Ash wants to keep touching just like this. Worshipping the man he loves slowly with his lips.

"Ganymede. Cromwell." He corrected. It didn't matter what names they had to put on paper, in his mind that was the name he called his husband.

A soft whimper is pressed into his warm skin at the bite to his ear. Goosebumps pop up on his arms. The hair on the back of his neck rises. Fuck, he loves that a lot. "Dare, baby. I choose dare."

"Body chemistry," he murmured, fingers mussing up Ashley's hair and holding his head still to bite that earlobe again, since it got him such a delightful response the first time. And he loves making out with his baby boy, especially when he says his whole name just like that. "Ganymede Cromwell," he says back with a giddy grin--but then backs up, rocking back on his heels with owlishly round pupils.

"Dare you to not touch me for...ninety seconds. Hands to yourself," he singsonged.

"Witchcraft." Ash teased. Though he does wonder sometimes if what is between them is some kind of magic. He's never felt anything as intense as what he feels for this man. His breath catches again and his lips still. That bite pulses through him straight to his groin. "More teeth." He groans softly against the shell of his husbands ear. Ashley shakes his head, "Ninety seconds? Fuck no."

He tugs the collar of his shirt down so he can better kiss along his collar bones.

"Mmm, Salem missed one," Ganymede chuckled, happy and absolutely enthralled by the love he feels for Ashley. But at the tug to his shirt collar, yanking him back down, he laughs, struggling to roll away--because the dare is still on, and Ashley's losing.

"Hey! Hey hey, the dare!" he laughs, pushing at his husband's chest. "You're losing, you owe me a forefeit!"

"I'll give you anything you want if you don't make me stop touching you." Which he hasn't stopped doing. With the way he wraps himself around Ganymede it is clear he has no plans to actually attempt the dare. Catching his hands he holds them against his chest. His lips find his husbands in a hungry kiss. "Fuck, that laugh does things to me."

"That's not how the game works!" Ganymede laughs, but he's caught in that kiss and all but melts into it, feeling something in his chest loosen like it does every time Ash holds him tight. He can't imagine being anywhere else btu right here, in love with this man and utterly consumed by the burning passion Ashley can ignite so easily in him.

"You owe me your shirt," he murmurs against his love's mouth, biting gently on his lip and soothing it with a soft kiss. "And you better be working on the pants, too, after a kiss like that."

"I am making new rules." He says when he stops kissing him long enough to get a breath of air. His eyes roll and he groans at the bite to his lip. Fuck he loves that so much. His tongue parts Ganymede's lips to slip and slide against the warmth of his mouth. "I'll give you my shirt, you'll have to get me to forfeit again for my pants."

Sitting back he quickly pulls his shirt up and over his head. It makes a mess of his hair when his head pops out. Not that he cares. Ash drags his thumb over his bottom lip, panting softly. "I love your mouth." He kisses him again this time sucking lightly on the tip of his tongue.

Ganymede caught Ashley's shirt when he tugged it off, fingers immediately tangling in his hair and dragging them together again. "I love yours more," he laughed, kissing Ashley's nose.

"Truth, then....what turns you on--something I've never done before? Something you want me to do."

"Well," He starts slowly, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. "If you are in the room I promise you, I'm turned on....but it makes it so much worse if I can't touch you. If I have to just watch you."

"Ooooh, voyeurim coming out," Ganymede teased, though his voice was soft and loving, because he knew how much Ashley was watching him all the time. He loved knowing that his love paid him such attention, and not just for sex.

"So that's why you come by the bar so often."

"I like to be where you are when I can." What else was he going to do until the early hours of morning if Ganymede wasn't at home? He wants to share a life with him which means adjusting his schedule to make room for him. If they always are working and have opposite schedules when would they ever get to be together? "Getting to watch you is a benefit but not the reason I am there."

His fingers start to trace the shape of his face. Smoothing softly over every plane and sharp line. "A little bit of a voyeur, yeah. And I don't hate the idea of being restrained by you."

"I know," Ganymede murmurs, face soft and utterly in love even as Ashley begins to trace his lips, catching them in a gentle kiss. "That's why I bring you lunch when I can. I want to spend time with you."

He could chuckle at the notion of tying Ash up, though the spark of interest that got was hard to hide. "Really? No one's ever trusted me to tie them up before. Not...without conditions. Being able to get loose easily." And he knew Ashley could, he could tear himself free of anything Ganymede might do, but that wasn't the point. It was that Ash trusted him to do it in the first place, and wouldn't be angry when Ganymede actually wanted the experience of being dominant.

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