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[Who needs therapy when one can stand in the rain for hours or have breakup breakfasts that include wine with eggs. He’s doing great in life. Though with his recent issues with Lucifer and other godly beings, he’s had less time to stew on love life complications.
Especially when he hears that someone has tried to infiltrate his sister’s realm. Protectiveness flairs, and the stars in his eyes glow ominously against their pitch black backdrop. His voice is low, measured, and certainly not above malice. ]
Which demons.
[He needs names so he can destroy them.]
Especially when he hears that someone has tried to infiltrate his sister’s realm. Protectiveness flairs, and the stars in his eyes glow ominously against their pitch black backdrop. His voice is low, measured, and certainly not above malice. ]
Which demons.
[He needs names so he can destroy them.]
[ Technically, they crashed into her house because that's where all the damned went. ]
Dream, no. [ In fact, she'll take the book he asked her to keep from him. ] They trashed the house party Del set up with the damned but it's over and done with.
[ Though she had to do all the cleaning. At least her goldfish and hat collection were fine.
Ish. Her goldfish might need therapy. ]
Don't do anything stupid. Or reckless.
[ she gives Matthew a serious look. ] Call me.
Dream, no. [ In fact, she'll take the book he asked her to keep from him. ] They trashed the house party Del set up with the damned but it's over and done with.
[ Though she had to do all the cleaning. At least her goldfish and hat collection were fine.
Ish. Her goldfish might need therapy. ]
Don't do anything stupid. Or reckless.
[ she gives Matthew a serious look. ] Call me.
[OOC: Continued from here.]
You are known to some of them by the mere fact of your existence, but you're for the better to avoid sparking an introduction you'd recall from them.
You are known to some of them by the mere fact of your existence, but you're for the better to avoid sparking an introduction you'd recall from them.
[Talking with Calliope is always like settling one foot in the past. The ground might be soft and familiar, but there are ugly roots of circumstance that risk snagging them now. The talk between them is heartfelt, he owes her that much, but difficult and exhausting for them both. It's not so much the fact that he's moved on, they both have really, but that it's with her sister is a bit awkward, and there's the even larger elephant of Orpheus that forever lies between them.
He doesn't feel bad about where they leave things, but he knows that with regards to patching up the fractures over Orpheus will be a long time coming. Perhaps never fully, really. It's also likely best he avoid turning up to any family gatherings as Polyhymnia's date for at least a little while, to give Calliope time to absorb the news. The last thing he wants to do is embarrass her. He doesn't imagine Polyhymnia wants that, either.
He's flopped on his throne afterwards, eyes closed as he calls Polyhymnia. His voice is rough and worn, but still with that slow, melodious nature it always has.]
I spoke with her. She was... surprised, but not malicious. I didn't imagine she would be.
He doesn't feel bad about where they leave things, but he knows that with regards to patching up the fractures over Orpheus will be a long time coming. Perhaps never fully, really. It's also likely best he avoid turning up to any family gatherings as Polyhymnia's date for at least a little while, to give Calliope time to absorb the news. The last thing he wants to do is embarrass her. He doesn't imagine Polyhymnia wants that, either.
He's flopped on his throne afterwards, eyes closed as he calls Polyhymnia. His voice is rough and worn, but still with that slow, melodious nature it always has.]
I spoke with her. She was... surprised, but not malicious. I didn't imagine she would be.
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She has never been unkind, even if we aren't the closest siblings.
[Her eldest sister is a reasonable person and Stella is confident Calliope knows that this isn't some intentional act for either Stella or Morpheus.]
[Her eldest sister is a reasonable person and Stella is confident Calliope knows that this isn't some intentional act for either Stella or Morpheus.]
No. She is not unkind by nature. Time and experience have also given us all much chance to change of late, too. To temper what might otherwise have boiled over. I include myself in that observation, too.
I thought you should know, though. That she and I spoke.
I thought you should know, though. That she and I spoke.
Thank you for letting me know.
Shall I seek you out tonight?
Shall I seek you out tonight?
I'm in my throne room.
[It's his manifested safety blanket. Or rather... it's his second choice for that.]
Actually... I think I shall depart for Fiddler's Green, if you'd like to meet me there.
[It's his manifested safety blanket. Or rather... it's his second choice for that.]
Actually... I think I shall depart for Fiddler's Green, if you'd like to meet me there.
I'll be there soon.
[She just has to go fall asleep real quick.]
[She just has to go fall asleep real quick.]
[Dream can be found where he's promised himself to be. Fiddler's Green is in fall bloom, the ground a little cold and hard to the touch, the leaves brilliant colors only dampened by an overcast sky. The Dreaming responds to its master's moods. There isn't the downpour of grief, no lightening bolts of rage. Just a quiet, contemplative and steady drizzle of misty rain. Dream himself is sitting on the ground, cross legged, feet bare. He doesn't seem to mind or care that he's getting wet. He's in just a t-shirt and jeans, staring ahead though not really looking at anything. It's only when she arrives that his gaze focuses on her. Slowly he gets to his feet, enjoying the feeling of steady earth beneath them.
One tree limb bends to Stella, offering itself to shake in greeting. The leaves quiver and the remaining flowers release sweet scents, insects buzzing and fish in the water rippling their greeting. It seems Fiddler's Green and its inhabitants love when she visits.]
One tree limb bends to Stella, offering itself to shake in greeting. The leaves quiver and the remaining flowers release sweet scents, insects buzzing and fish in the water rippling their greeting. It seems Fiddler's Green and its inhabitants love when she visits.]
[When she arrives she is initially a hint concerned by the weather, but it's not strong enough to be tied to an especially negative emotion.
She does love the greeting that she receives, shaking the offered branch and waving at the fish. It is lovely to always feel so welcomed by the Dreaming.]
It's moody weather, are you doing alright?
She does love the greeting that she receives, shaking the offered branch and waving at the fish. It is lovely to always feel so welcomed by the Dreaming.]
It's moody weather, are you doing alright?
[He gives a small nod, watching as the greeting she warmly receives slowly dies down to give them some privacy. Or as much as the Dreaming ever gives the matters that involve its lord.]
Seeing her, it always reminds me of... him.
[Orpheus. Dream can't even bring himself to say his son's name. Stella is one of the few who even knows about him still around. He gives a little shake of his head.]
It's no matter. I'm merely tired. It was a talk we needed to have, about you and I, and I'm glad that it is done. We can move forward now without feeling that weight.
[He reaches out to brush back her hair from her face.]
You're getting wet.
[As though that isn't his fault.]
Seeing her, it always reminds me of... him.
[Orpheus. Dream can't even bring himself to say his son's name. Stella is one of the few who even knows about him still around. He gives a little shake of his head.]
It's no matter. I'm merely tired. It was a talk we needed to have, about you and I, and I'm glad that it is done. We can move forward now without feeling that weight.
[He reaches out to brush back her hair from her face.]
You're getting wet.
[As though that isn't his fault.]
[Of course. He was thinking about Orpheus, and her heart has always broken for them over their son.]
I'm glad it seems to have gone as well as it could.
[She gives a little shrug about getting wet.]
I can't catch a cold here, so it doesn't bother me.
I'm glad it seems to have gone as well as it could.
[She gives a little shrug about getting wet.]
I can't catch a cold here, so it doesn't bother me.
It did. Feelings can never run smoothly, it would seem. At least not in our cases. Though I can't regret them from existing.
[Given his history, falling for his ex wife's sister is about on track for Morpheus. No doubt Desire would have a field day with it should they become aware.]
This is true. The Dreaming would not bring you such an ailment. And I rather like the feeling of rain.
[Given his history, falling for his ex wife's sister is about on track for Morpheus. No doubt Desire would have a field day with it should they become aware.]
This is true. The Dreaming would not bring you such an ailment. And I rather like the feeling of rain.
There is some sort of cosmic irony in all of this.
[She steps close to drape her arms around his neck. The rain feels cool and it is rather pleasant.]
It reminds me of standing outside during summer thunderstorms when I was little.
[She steps close to drape her arms around his neck. The rain feels cool and it is rather pleasant.]
It reminds me of standing outside during summer thunderstorms when I was little.
[After a moment he relaxes into her touch, wrapping his arms around her in turn. One hand rises to bury itself in her hair. His head bends down to rest against her neck, breathing in deep as though he can drawn in comfort from her.]
I can see you doing that. What did you enjoy about them, back then?
I can see you doing that. What did you enjoy about them, back then?
[Stella is a fairly comforting person and she is happy to melt into an embrace.]
The cool of the rain on my skin after a hot day. It was always refreshing.
The cool of the rain on my skin after a hot day. It was always refreshing.
I did not take in pleasures of the flesh like that for a very long time. I still fail to remember to do so most often. Though you and others have reminded me of them.
[He makes a small gesture towards his bare feet.]
I am making up for lost time, although granted doing so in my realm.
[He makes a small gesture towards his bare feet.]
I am making up for lost time, although granted doing so in my realm.
[She glances down at his toes in the grass and smiles.]
It would be very strange to see you frolicking in a city park.
[a hand moves to his face, to caress his cheek and brush away droplets of rain as they drip from his hair.]
It would be very strange to see you frolicking in a city park.
[a hand moves to his face, to caress his cheek and brush away droplets of rain as they drip from his hair.]
Death did try precisely that, I'll have you know. I did not partake.
[Big sisters, amirite? Though Dream does love her dearly. His hair is indeed wet and dripping, though oddly, it does not lose its wild shape no matter how sodden.]
I find Fiddler's Green to be quite peaceful, though. Even if it grows weary of me sometimes.
[Tree branches shake vehemently as if to say, 'NO. Us? What? Never' in a way that's a little too emphatic to not actually be true. Dream gives a knowingly wry look around, he knows he can be a lot for even his subjects sometimes.]
[Big sisters, amirite? Though Dream does love her dearly. His hair is indeed wet and dripping, though oddly, it does not lose its wild shape no matter how sodden.]
I find Fiddler's Green to be quite peaceful, though. Even if it grows weary of me sometimes.
[Tree branches shake vehemently as if to say, 'NO. Us? What? Never' in a way that's a little too emphatic to not actually be true. Dream gives a knowingly wry look around, he knows he can be a lot for even his subjects sometimes.]
That sounds like something Death would do.
[Which sounds absolutely adorable. Stella could imagine Morpheus sat on a bench looking sullen instead.]
I never grow tired of watching the Dreaming react to you. Even when it seems a little overly enthusiastic.
[Which sounds absolutely adorable. Stella could imagine Morpheus sat on a bench looking sullen instead.]
I never grow tired of watching the Dreaming react to you. Even when it seems a little overly enthusiastic.
She is absolutely incorrigible, as only family can be.
[He gives a fond look around the space that is both an extension of him as well as home to so many outside of just him. It's an intricate organism of sorts all its own, yet one that vibrates to the very center of his being.]
It is my purpose, and sanctuary. I shall never let it fall into disarray again.
[The rain is slowly dissipating, leaving a brilliant black sky in its wake. Midnight creatures flock and fly above every so often against a moon that shifts in phases.]
Would you care to walk, or shall we sit?
[He gives a fond look around the space that is both an extension of him as well as home to so many outside of just him. It's an intricate organism of sorts all its own, yet one that vibrates to the very center of his being.]
It is my purpose, and sanctuary. I shall never let it fall into disarray again.
[The rain is slowly dissipating, leaving a brilliant black sky in its wake. Midnight creatures flock and fly above every so often against a moon that shifts in phases.]
Would you care to walk, or shall we sit?
She is sweet though, from the times I've met her.
[The Dreaming is endlessly fascinating in a way nothing else she's ever seen is.
His mood must be lifting if the rain is subsiding.]
Let's go for a little walk.
[The Dreaming is endlessly fascinating in a way nothing else she's ever seen is.
His mood must be lifting if the rain is subsiding.]
Let's go for a little walk.
She is by far my most agreeable sibling. Though I feel somewhat protective over others of my younger siblings. Some of them.
[He offers her his arm so they can stroll, heading vaguely in the direction back to his castle.]
I have allowed Matthew to decorate the entrance area of the castle for Halloween. He and some of the other castle staff have taken to it with... let us call it gusto.
[He offers her his arm so they can stroll, heading vaguely in the direction back to his castle.]
I have allowed Matthew to decorate the entrance area of the castle for Halloween. He and some of the other castle staff have taken to it with... let us call it gusto.
As the youngest I often wonder if my sister's feel protective over me.
[She doesn't think they really do. She slips her hand into his arm.]
You're decorating? I love everything about Halloween in the Dreaming as a whole concept.
[She doesn't think they really do. She slips her hand into his arm.]
You're decorating? I love everything about Halloween in the Dreaming as a whole concept.
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