"The Dreaming will survive, whether I do or not. I hope to ensure that none come to harm beyond that for mine or its sake. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself though is noted." Lifting her hand to his lips he brushes a small kiss against the back of her knuckles. Dreams are, after all, a large part of how inspiration works. Her powers are intimately linked to his, and vice versa. Perhaps that is why both of them have been so drawn to artists and inventors over the years. To stories of all kinds. "I do not take your commitment or your passion lightly. However, if I am to accept your commitment to protect what is mine, then you must accept my commitment to protect what is yours."
He lets the back of his hand graze down her side, to define her form. That he loves her, and that he protects what he loves.
"The Dreaming would be honored to have you as its Lady." For some years now, though years are not long for either of them, she has split her time. Morpheus has seen how the realm responds to her. How his citizens welcome her presence. He has acted rashly in the past when falling in love, but it hasn't felt as such with Stella. Perhaps now is the right time to make this advancement. He does believe they are stronger together.
Leaning down he kisses her lips. He tastes of old parchment and haunting tales, of ocean surf off the coast of Greece and bountiful deep beneath the waves.
When they part he murmurs against her lips, "We should go, then. To the Dreaming. To prepare for our guests. They will be... impatient, no doubt."
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Date: 2025-07-05 11:35 am (UTC)He lets the back of his hand graze down her side, to define her form. That he loves her, and that he protects what he loves.
"The Dreaming would be honored to have you as its Lady." For some years now, though years are not long for either of them, she has split her time. Morpheus has seen how the realm responds to her. How his citizens welcome her presence. He has acted rashly in the past when falling in love, but it hasn't felt as such with Stella. Perhaps now is the right time to make this advancement. He does believe they are stronger together.
Leaning down he kisses her lips. He tastes of old parchment and haunting tales, of ocean surf off the coast of Greece and bountiful deep beneath the waves.
When they part he murmurs against her lips, "We should go, then. To the Dreaming. To prepare for our guests. They will be... impatient, no doubt."