It was such a simple thing, to stand witness to that of which dreams were made. Morpheus had done it countless times, and still many countless more went on without needing his direct presence. He simply created the matter, molded possibility into make believe actualities. He set the stage for people to then hold whatever plays their minds wanted. He was the set architect, the costume designer, the props master. His dreamers were the stars and directors. He had sent the subtle tidings of a pleasant night Kate's way, and let her mind determine what form that took.
We do not manipulate them. If anything, they manipulate us.
He knew her father, of course. He knew Eleanor too, and Lucky. He held their dreams as well, past and present. Often they had dreamed of Kate, too. He would never know what that was like to have a family member dream about him. The Endless did not enter his realm in that capacity. Oh, they had day dreams, wants, hopes, and desires. They each intersected and overlapped in different ways, but it was never anything like this.
He was happy for her, to experience something of this nature.
Only humans could surprise him like this. When Kate barreled into him he hesitated, a little startled, before he slowly let his arms fold around her. It was awkward, clearly a gesture he did not do often nor well. "I have been busy." He said it as fact rather than apology. "There has been much to rebuild." A small pause. "And much still that needs mending. I have kept tabs on you, though. In my way." Surely that wasn't creepy at all. "I am pleased you remain whole in the waking world."
Who knew if she'd still be among the living by the time he returned.
His jaw worked, a faint haunted expression found in his ancient eyes before he kindly glazed them over once more. Musingly he said, "These are your homes combined, are they not? The penthouse, the apartment, the farm. Three in one."
The one who are three.
No.
Morpheus took a step forward to where the balcony set upon the open field and breathed in the air. It was crisp and sweet, a memory taken from real life. "You have lovely homes."
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Date: 2025-07-05 03:35 pm (UTC)We do not manipulate them. If anything, they manipulate us.
He knew her father, of course. He knew Eleanor too, and Lucky. He held their dreams as well, past and present. Often they had dreamed of Kate, too. He would never know what that was like to have a family member dream about him. The Endless did not enter his realm in that capacity. Oh, they had day dreams, wants, hopes, and desires. They each intersected and overlapped in different ways, but it was never anything like this.
He was happy for her, to experience something of this nature.
Only humans could surprise him like this. When Kate barreled into him he hesitated, a little startled, before he slowly let his arms fold around her. It was awkward, clearly a gesture he did not do often nor well. "I have been busy." He said it as fact rather than apology. "There has been much to rebuild." A small pause. "And much still that needs mending. I have kept tabs on you, though. In my way." Surely that wasn't creepy at all. "I am pleased you remain whole in the waking world."
Who knew if she'd still be among the living by the time he returned.
His jaw worked, a faint haunted expression found in his ancient eyes before he kindly glazed them over once more. Musingly he said, "These are your homes combined, are they not? The penthouse, the apartment, the farm. Three in one."
The one who are three.
No.
Morpheus took a step forward to where the balcony set upon the open field and breathed in the air. It was crisp and sweet, a memory taken from real life. "You have lovely homes."