I've had coffee in the Dreaming before, but it's different, I know. The dream version of food or drink is often idealized and very particular to an individual's taste. Sometimes, it is nothing that exists in the waking world at all. [People were a curious thing indeed with how their thoughts inspired ludicrous items, but amusingly, not many ever thought they tasted badly. It was fairly unanimous that even when people suffered in their sleep, food and drink were staples that tasted good. As though those basic human necessities were clung to as a candle in the dark nightmares.
There had been the hint of a question in Hob's words, or at least, Morpheus thought there might have been in the statement about how he hadn't any idea what it was like to live as Morpheus did. It was true enough that often when Hob had asked Morpheus personal questions the Endless being had brushed them aside. In the past it had been to keep a wall up between them, one where Morpheus was in control and Hob the curiosity for him to explore. Now that they were friends... well. It wasn't easy but Morpheus knew it also wasn't fair to leave it so one-sided.]
I can get hungry. [A simple truth to share, but one that held a vulnerability that he didn't often offer.] Much like you I don't die of it, and I can find food in dreams to satiate myself, but it does happen. [Much like Hob had starved for a century, so had Morpheus, he realized. A small swell of empathy rose in him in a way it couldn't have prior to his capture.
As the coffee was set in front of him, Morpheus lifted the mug and smelled it. A touch smokey but not unpleasantly so. He noticed that Hob was watching him. A little wryly he couldn't help but inquire from it.] Are my tastebuds being judged right now? [He took a small sip. It was hot, coffee was never scalding in dreams, but outside of that...] It isn't bad. Though I don't get the same effects from caffeine that you do.
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Date: 2022-08-30 07:07 pm (UTC)There had been the hint of a question in Hob's words, or at least, Morpheus thought there might have been in the statement about how he hadn't any idea what it was like to live as Morpheus did. It was true enough that often when Hob had asked Morpheus personal questions the Endless being had brushed them aside. In the past it had been to keep a wall up between them, one where Morpheus was in control and Hob the curiosity for him to explore. Now that they were friends... well. It wasn't easy but Morpheus knew it also wasn't fair to leave it so one-sided.]
I can get hungry. [A simple truth to share, but one that held a vulnerability that he didn't often offer.] Much like you I don't die of it, and I can find food in dreams to satiate myself, but it does happen. [Much like Hob had starved for a century, so had Morpheus, he realized. A small swell of empathy rose in him in a way it couldn't have prior to his capture.
As the coffee was set in front of him, Morpheus lifted the mug and smelled it. A touch smokey but not unpleasantly so. He noticed that Hob was watching him. A little wryly he couldn't help but inquire from it.] Are my tastebuds being judged right now? [He took a small sip. It was hot, coffee was never scalding in dreams, but outside of that...] It isn't bad. Though I don't get the same effects from caffeine that you do.