Loveless Dreams

**I've been at a total stand still! Anyone wanna bring in Delilah or Jared? Since the last post they parted and went their separate ways.**

I'll post really soon everyone!!! It'll be out Tuesday!!

** I'll try to bring your characters in, stolen, but at this moment I am at a standstill too. How bout I bring in my other character a little bit ^_^**

Augustine

It just wasn't right. She hissed through her teeth, paint brush balanced in her teeth as she dabbed at a small pink bush. The painting was good, she thought, but lacking something which made her annoyed. Maybe it was the lack of anything in it. Landscapes were never her forte anyways, but even still, it bugged her to no end that it looked so empty.

She looked around in a mad attempt at finding something in which she could place that would take the focus of the painting, but the people in which she saw were not exactly the right suit for the background. She narrowed her eyes, annoyed, when finally she spotted a boy walking by her with black hair and bright eyes, hand in his pockets and his face in an expressionless gaze. He was perfect.

She jumped up, paint brush falling out of her mouth as she strode over to him, eyes alright.

"I know this sounds terribly random, and you probably have things to do... but I'm Augustine, but most people just call me August and.. well I was wondering if you could possibly sit and pose for one of my paintings?"

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There Stolen, come on in

**thank you soo much!**

Jared

I was drifting away into my own world, chewing on my diminished straw. Where I was going, I hadn't a single clue. All I knew was that I needed to get away and think. A young girl was striding up to me, her eyes alight with sudden realization. I smiled at her as she spat out what she wanted.

"...sit and pose for one of my paintings?" August had asked. Stuffing my chewed straw back in my pocket and shrugged. I noticed Her painting of a landscape, oh I was the missing piece in her eyes.

"Of course, I have nothing to get to. How would you like me to pose miss August?" I smiled, as i took a seat.

"Just turn your head like so, and look as if thinking." She positioned my head and examined to see if it would look good.

Perfect, just what I needed. Now I can think as long as i please. I let my eyes gaze at the tree across the way and started to think.

Love, so weary and sad. What if Larinda doesn't show tomorrow...what will i do?

"Perfect." I heard her whisper, the strokes against the canvas echoing in the night's silence.

"Have you ever been in love?" I murmured without moving my head.

As always Deamwalker!!! (: Sorry it took me so long to post... I was grounded ): But now I'm not! (:

Becca

I touched his hair. He had changed so much! Could this be why he liked me now? It didn't seem like he cared for me when I had first met him. I sighed a little. He was...so much more than I. I was only a dream creator. He was one of the crimson threads of a tapestry and I was...not.

"What wrong?" Josh asked, his eyebrows knitting together. I gave a brave smile.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," I said, my voice not giving away any emotion. I ran my hand across his cheek and next to his left eye. His green eye. This only made him more distinguished and beautiful. No matter what he thought it meant.

"I need to go to that dream," I whispered. I could feel it. Terrible and incredibly painful. Someone was really upset.

"Wait...please, Becca, tell me what's worrying you," Joshua replied softly. I was tmepted to tell him everything, but I knew it better. There was no use in it.

"Nothing. Really Josh, I'm fine," I smiled. How could he see threw my facade when no one else could?

**Hm, Dream, do you think it could be Vincent's 'nightmare' that Becca feels? If not, we'll just make it something else. (:

** Alright so this is going to be a terribly long post since i'm using both characters so lets get started XD**

August

"Once." The question had taken her off guard, as her fingers etched away on the canvas. She smiled though at the thought. "Of course I was still a young dream creator. I thought that humans were such an interesting species so I guess I wasn't careful. His name was leonardo if you were wondering."

"Leonardo?"

"Yeah, I always had a thing for painters."

"I see." He did not move from his position, which was good since she was painting him and all, but it was unnaturally stiff of him. Strangely stiff as if there was more of a reason to why he looked as he did.

"Why such a question?" She smiled.

Joshua

"It seems the dream in which beckons you is one in which I must enter."

"And why is that?" She asked. Her eyes had lit up when I had said that but there was still curiosity in her voice so I answered seriously.

"Because it is Vincent's nightmare. I wish to see with eyes unclouded, my dear, and to enter his nightmare would be to enter truth."

"Do you always have to be so poetic?" She chuckled.

"I thought being poetic was supposed to be romantic," I chuckled. "It is time we see what needs to be seen though, wouldn't you agree? I have been Vincent's guardian for longer then I could name. Now it's time to see why I was made. Why I am necessary to him."

"And you think this nightmare will answer it?"

"I'm almost positive."

"Then let us make our departure."

I grasped her hand within mine, feeling sudden nausea well up in the pit of my stomach. It was time to enter the nightmare of all nightmares. The brat prince himself would behold the worst of them all and in that he would see everything in which he knew he would never know without this chance.

But the darkness was unappealing to one who had darkness now embedded in their soul.

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**Does that answer you question Tiger? And sorry for the short reply Stolen!

**It's alright, haha.**
Jared

"Why such a question?" August said, being obscenely quiet.

"Well, I like to hear people's stories...I guess when i was younger and in love it was easier, you know?" I said, still pondering about Leonardo. It sounded familiar, perhaps i had been in one of his dreams. Vaguely the memory of his dream came to me, soaring paintbrushes flew across the blank sky producing yellow, orange, and purple. It was a sight to see, I told myself that this was a dream to go into history.

"Oh, I know." She said, very focused. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her fiery red hair. I hadn't noticed it before, maybe i was too deep in my thoughts.

"So, do you do this alot?" I asked.

"You mean dragging unwilling people to paint? Oh, you just mean painting. Yes, I do." She chuckled. I smiled but, put my expression back to what it had been before.

"Well, I'm sure you are very famous. You seem to like what you do." I said as I looked beyond the horizon. There's got to be more out there, the universe is so huge yet we don't have any idea whats out there.

"Do you do anything?" She questioned.

"Not really, I haven't found anything I'm good at. I haven't tried painting though so maybe there's a chance." I said laughing.

August

"Painting is brilliant," she smiled. "But it's a talent too. I don't even know why I still do so... it's not like its really important. The only job for certain of a dream creator is exactly that. Dream creating." She furrowed her brow before splashing a big splooge of white on her palet.

"That's a little bit of a cynical thought." He stated. "There is more to our lives then just creating dreams, as there is more to life for a human then dying."

"I wouldn't say that either," she smirked. "But you may have your opinions."

"It's a nicer way to think, you know."

"Hmm?" She seemed quite taken aback by this statement.

"To think of things other then being as they are. To think there is more reason behind everything around you."

"I guess." She raised her paintbrush before placing it into the water cup and grabbing a smaller one. "But I think it would be better to prepare for the worst and to know what you're getting yourself into, at least with humans sake. To think of anything other then the ultimate truth about death would mean a harsher reality in the end."

"But when your dead, why would it even matter?"

This took her off guard. "Well... um..."

"Hows the painting coming?"

"Good!" She wished she could bang her head against a wall. He easily outsmarted her that time... ugh.

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Perfectly Dream (:

Becca

I entered the nightmare. It was terrible. The poor human. I looked around the place...it looked so familar. Then I spotted something. At first, I thought it was the crumpled shape of a human whose last hope had just left them then I realized...it was Vincent. The look on his face would haunt me for the rest of my life...this I knew.

"But...oh my...how could this-" I could even finish my sentence. I was in shock. Could I help the very man who I despised. The one who caused the nightmares I lived to destroy. The one who had threatened my life for changing those dreams?

I looked from Joshua to Vincent whose eyes shown no hope and I found my answer. I would help him. I would change this nightmare no matter what. I raised my chin. Like I said, I lived to create dreams. It was the only thing I was good for and I would protect anyone from a nightmare no matter what. The day I stopped that would be the day I was no longer Becca. This was who I was.

**Take it Dream (;

**Ugh, so sorry, this took me ages >< Oh, and that idea sounds good, Incog. Did Dreamwalker approve?**

Ray

No longer tainted...And, the way she seemed to feel about him now, that surely meant that her apparent affection for Vincent had been born solely of her connection to him as a tainted. So now, Ray reasoned, she loved him truly, the way he'd thought she had, under all the pain that had characterised the old Leslie. This is what I always saw...underneath everything else.

"Your first dream..." he murmured, "Leslie, I would love nothing more than to help you create that."

She gave him a wide smile, and then he closed his eyes and brought the two of them into a dream completely at random. Like most dreams before the influence of a creator or a tainted, this one seemed to be stalled part way between dream and nightmare. Unlike most of the ones that had been 'contested' of late, this one had nothing to do with an unattainable love.

Here, several steps away from them, on the edge of a cliff overlooking a bay, a boy and a girl sat holding hands, staring out at the sunset. Ray and Leslie could pick up, even from their hushed tones, that they were discussing their futures, and if they would be able to keep seeing each other and such.

Ray and Leslie hid themselves as the boy got up, walking off, saying something about coming back in a little while. Ray looked down at Leslie, smiling, "Just do the opposite of what you would have done as a tainted."

*Lilly*

"I love you Lilly, and you never knew that, I loved you and it is too late."

Those words made my heart soar. There are no other words for it except for that. As I faded away, I saw the look of pain in his beautiful eyes and wished in a way that I hadn't been the one who caused it. On the other hand, maybe this would be a wake up call for him, to make him realize what he has. I don't know for sure, but I sure hope it does.

I didn't want to end the nightmare, because I wanted to see what he would do. I sat up in one of the dead winter trees and watched him. He sat there, face in his hands, sorrow and grief evident. I almost went down, to comfort him, when I saw Joshua and Becca enter.

My eyes narrowed, but I did nothing. I wanted to see what they would do.

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I think that this works a little better. Once again, a thousand apologies Dream, WhiteTiger, and Incog.

**Um, Alice... I need you to edit your post. I know that you have your stuff but you should also know that there is other plotlines being told right now. My joshua and Becca are about to enter Vincent's nightmare and My August and Jared are in the middle of a picture being painted. Jumping to the future makes us all drop our plotlines.

I do feel bad for saying this but please be conscientious of the other characters. I want this storyline to work.**

Joshua

I could feel her power seeping as she readied herself to make a dream of this nightmare yet. I took her hand and poured my own energy into her, hoping that it would be enough 'good' energy to enhance her abilities since this would be no easy nightmare to fix. In fact, it was the harshest of all nightmares, and we would fix it together.

My energy was depleting but I did not let go. My eyes locked on her as she smiled and what seemed to me was that she physically glowed a golden light. I marvelled at the stout intoxication.

"Thank you, Becca."

She looked at me confused for a few seconds before opening her mouth then shutting it abruptly, a smile crossing her lips. "There is no need to thank."

"There is always need to thank when someone puts their own morals, own beliefs on the line to save another from the restless night. It is a good thing you are doing."

"You're energy is sapping. I think you should let go."

I did not. I knew I was on my last legs for only half of my energy was transferable since only the light energy could enter her. The rest was wasted, gone, leaving me tired and empty. I helf on though and let some of the last of my energy slip into the palm of her hand.

"Joshua, let go!"

"Not yet!"

I grimaced, as the energy was sucked almost completely dry before my hand became slack and useless. I let go, body completely foreign to me as I colapsed on the ground.

"Joshua!"

"Sorry, I think I might have held on a little too long..." I chuckled.

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**End the nighmare Tiger ^_^**

Becca

I looked from Joshua to the oblivious Vincent. I was still concerned that Josh may not be okay, but I knew the sooner I ended this nightmare, the sooner I could leave.

"Vincent," I whispered, touching his shoulder gently. I had a better, or so I hoped, idea besides transforming into another person. Vincent didn't even stir.

"Vincent," I said with a little more force. He glanced up at me. I could see from his look that I was the last person he wanted to talk to. After all, I was the one who basically called him evil. Completely evil.

For a moment I felt a surge of pity. Pity and...guilt? I hadn't felt guilt in so long.

"Vincent please listen to me," I begged, sitting beside him. I held his hand in my own. He jerked his away.

"What is it Becca?" He asked, coldly. "What could you possibly want? Aren't I the one thing you hate?" I sighed.

"That's why I'm here. I came to...apologize. I was wrong. I see how much good you have in yourself...even if you can't see it. I was wrong," I replied, smiling a little.

He turned away from me. "You know nothing! You are still but a child and I wish for you to leave," He yelled.

"Vincenet please here me out," I begged. He turned and glared at me with a look that silenced me. It was a look that spoke of true sadness. Of loss. Of pain. Of...nothing.

"I'm the evil one," I whispered. "I accused you of terrible things when it was you who was living in a never ending nightmare. We all failed to see what it was doing to you...all of us who thought nothing but terrible things about you...we're the bad guys."

I sank down to the floor. Vincent looked at me, shocked. He was at a loss for words? After all I had done to try and crush him...how big a part did I play in his misery?

One tear fell with a silent splash on the cold floor. Then another. What had I done? I hated Vincent for causing nightmares, yet he lived in one.

"Vincent I am so truely sorry," I sighed, grabbing his had again. "I really truely am. The least I can do is give you a dream...one that will hopefully last in the daytime. Tell me what you want me to do. I owe you that."

*Incog? Dream? (; Becca dosen't hate Vincent?!?! :O *le gasp*

Becca

I looked from Joshua to the oblivious Vincent. I was still concerned that Josh may not be okay, but I knew the sooner I ended this nightmare, the sooner I could leave.

"Vincent," I whispered, touching his shoulder gently. I had a better, or so I hoped, idea besides transforming into another person. Vincent didn't even stir.

"Vincent," I said with a little more force. He glanced up at me. I could see from his look that I was the last person he wanted to talk to. After all, I was the one who basically called him evil. Completely evil.

For a moment I felt a surge of pity. Pity and...guilt? I hadn't felt guilt in so long.

"Vincent please listen to me," I begged, sitting beside him. I held his hand in my own. He jerked his away.

"What is it Becca?" He asked, coldly. "What could you possibly want? Aren't I the one thing you hate?" I sighed.

"That's why I'm here. I came to...apologize. I was wrong. I see how much good you have in yourself...even if you can't see it. I was wrong," I replied, smiling a little.

He turned away from me. "You know nothing! You are still but a child and I wish for you to leave," He yelled.

"Vincenet please here me out," I begged. He turned and glared at me with a look that silenced me. It was a look that spoke of true sadness. Of loss. Of pain. Of...nothing.

"I'm the evil one," I whispered. "I accused you of terrible things when it was you who was living in a never ending nightmare. We all failed to see what it was doing to you...all of us who thought nothing but terrible things about you...we're the bad guys."

I sank down to the floor. Vincent looked at me, shocked. He was at a loss for words? After all I had done to try and crush him...how big a part did I play in his misery?

One tear fell with a silent splash on the cold floor. Then another. What had I done? I hated Vincent for causing nightmares, yet he lived in one.

"Vincent I am so truely sorry," I sighed, grabbing his had again. "I really truely am. The least I can do is give you a dream...one that will hopefully last in the daytime. Tell me what you want me to do. I owe you that."

*Incog? Dream? (; Becca dosen't hate Vincent?!?! :O *le gasp*

**Yay we'll be one big happy family XD**

Joshua

Joshua pushed himself up onto his feet uneasily, body drained but manageable. Becca looked confused by this as he walked over hands outstretched weakly before him.

"Vincent, we were wrong."

Vincent eyed him, teeth clenched.

"You and I. We were wrong." Joshua sat down on the other side of Vincent, the few words slipping through his parted mouth. "Hate, pain, lose. Is life really worth living when all you think of is that pain within your chest? I thought being truthful with myself meant being hurtful to myself as well, and what do you know. I was wrong, and so... so were you."

"How can you honestly say those things when you sit beside me with those blackened locks, that blue eye marking you as who you really are."

"Because I realized it's not bad, and it took someone special to make me realize it." Joshua closed his eyes, a smile crossing his lips. "And you should realize it too. You're hair is ebony, eyes are icy blue. You sit there and yet you are as evil as I am, or Becca is. Calling me evil because I have your traits is a lie."

"Because they are my traits and I am not evil, is that it?" he chuckled darkly. "And I'm stuck here in this awful nightmare waiting on the hellfires of death rather then living through this pain because I am such a good human being? I am the brat prince. Son of the fallen ones. I am here to create hatred, pain, hopelessness. Without me there is no darkness, no yang."

"But there is no Yin any longer."

"Why must you remind me of such things?" Vincent rested his head against his knees, exhausted.

"Because William showed us a different path before he left. One that is just, true, for not a single one of us is evil, nor are we good. We are human."

"Human," Becca smiled. "Creators of dreams we may title ourselves, but when it comes down to it, this is our flesh. Our blood. The same flesh and blood of a mortal. The only difference is we sit above them and watch them perish as we live forever. We are the chosen few that call themselves dream creators but predominantly, we are alive."

"So sure of yourselves." Vincent raised his head up. "So sure this nightmare can become a dream. So very sure..."

"Let me make you the sweetest dream." Becca kissed his cheek softly and the world dropped leaving them in the blackness of nothingness. Suddenly, pink shifted before their eyes. Cherry blossoms falling heavily before us, revealing a new scene.

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**Incog, take it away!**