Nightmares & Dreamscapes... a little place to post those little snippets I come up with every once in awhile. Each chapter will be a new story, and none will likely be continued though I do reserve the right to change my mind at any time without prior warning. ;)

Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing. The name Nightmares & Dreamscapes is from a Stephen King book, and the name Lovesick Crackhead is from Ke$ha's "Your Love Is My Drug". I just thought it was funny.

Lovesick Crackhead

He had been pacing the hallway outside the door for a good ten minutes now. It was pathetic. Really.

Shaking his head, he quickly strolled back over to the door and lifted his hand to knock. Only to stop. Again. And with a sigh, he started pacing. Again.

How would she react to his presence? What would he say to her? 'Hello, Sarah. I know you told me six years ago that you didn't want anything to do with me, but I just wanted to pop back up and tell you that I still love you and can't bare living without you.' Yeah. That would go over great.

He had sworn that he would never look at her again. And for years, he never even glanced at her in a crystal. Neither did he eavesdrop on Higpin when the dwarf talked to others about his most recent conversations with her. Oh sure, he thought about her occasionally. But that was usually when he slept. And sometimes when he was awake and bored. Which tended to be a lot. Being a king wasn't an easy job, but there's really only so much you can do running a kingdom full of goblins. Early on he learned that they broke things faster than he could fix them, so he just stopped fixing stuff. And runners were few and far between.

If only he hadn't shown up at Hogbreath's home when he did. He'd been taking a leisurely walk when he'd come across the small house. At first, he thought he'd torture the dwarf a little. But as he got closer, he heard her voice. And peering through a tiny window, he saw her in the mirror. Beautiful could not describe her. She was... beyond radiant. She made gorgeous look like a dirty child. Her hair was shorter and fuller. Her lips a bright shade of red and her eyes... oh her eyes. They sparkled brighter than he remembered.

And while he liked to think himself handsome, charming, and generous, those traits didn't have much use when there's no other fey or human in your kingdom.

Nor did they come in handy when you're standing outside the door of the woman you love, pacing like a lovesick crackhead.