[It started as Death's idea. She'd visited her brother's realm to find him obsessing over his latest dream projects, worried about problems he refused to share, his tone terse and clipped and moody. It took some convincing, from her and Stella, that a change of scenery and perspective might not only be good for him, but good for his realm and duties. Duty is Dream's magic word, and the two women coupled with Lucienne and Matthew finally got Dream to cave.
The women might suspect that a part of Dream is also curious to embody that which he hasn't in all his millennia. That even he can be curious, and want to stretch boundaries, and know what another life might be like.
Matthew is with them, and they perform the ritual at Stella's apartment. He still has his pouch of sand, he can still ensure his dreamers' safety and connect to the Dreaming. Death is but a call away to end the experience short if she has to. These failsafe measures make him feel better. Sitting on Stella's sofa, his posture perfect and hands folded on his knees, he holds a breath he doesn't even need to take as Death does it.
Then, suddenly...
He very much does have to breathe.
Morpheus lets out the air from his lungs in a surprised gasp, leaning forward. His clothes feel like they're on him rather than a manifested part of him. The air around him is pleasantly warm, rather than a state which would need much greater extremities for him to really notice. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at Stella, fingers of skin reaching up to touch his own face.]
Did it work? [Matthew looks questioningly between Stella and Death.] Should we peck him to check? That's what people do when someone's in shock, right? Pinch them? ... maybe you should do it, Stel.
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Date: 2023-12-30 05:46 pm (UTC)The women might suspect that a part of Dream is also curious to embody that which he hasn't in all his millennia. That even he can be curious, and want to stretch boundaries, and know what another life might be like.
Matthew is with them, and they perform the ritual at Stella's apartment. He still has his pouch of sand, he can still ensure his dreamers' safety and connect to the Dreaming. Death is but a call away to end the experience short if she has to. These failsafe measures make him feel better. Sitting on Stella's sofa, his posture perfect and hands folded on his knees, he holds a breath he doesn't even need to take as Death does it.
Then, suddenly...
He very much does have to breathe.
Morpheus lets out the air from his lungs in a surprised gasp, leaning forward. His clothes feel like they're on him rather than a manifested part of him. The air around him is pleasantly warm, rather than a state which would need much greater extremities for him to really notice. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at Stella, fingers of skin reaching up to touch his own face.]
Did it work? [Matthew looks questioningly between Stella and Death.] Should we peck him to check? That's what people do when someone's in shock, right? Pinch them? ... maybe you should do it, Stel.