An aspect of Dream had died before, not that he ever talked about it. When the last Dream Vortex happened. Dream had felt it happen, though feeling one aspect of himself die was admittedly not the same as ceasing to exist as this aspect. He was merely setting everything up with Daniel as a precaution. A contingency. He could not risk the Dreaming, it was merely that. Or was he just telling himself that?
He had changed so much, he kept hearing people say. How long until there was nothing of his old self left?
Or was there enough to survive whatever shape he needed to take now?
Questions for which he didn't have any easy answers. Reaching down he slid the key to Hell into his pocket. He moved to hold Stella close, cradling her head against his shoulder. "Then I suppose we are protecting one another." A faint hint of amusement came to his melodious tone. "Though Matthew will say that he is the one protecting us all."
A swirl of sand took them to the Dreaming's castle gates. His three mammoth guards bowed respectfully as he and Stella entered. Right now the castle held an Italian Renaissance style to it, though with Stella arriving, Dream's loving doting automatically made a few Greek tweaks to the design, and some sunflowers suddenly furnished inside the halls. "Oh, I would not doubt if your father did come, or some representative from his Pantheon."
Not awkward at all, to have the arrival of both his ex-father in law and his potential future father in law all in one. Although it could be worse. It could be his actual father.
"I tried to give the key to Death, but she refused. Wisely, I'm sure, on her part. So we will hear the petitioners, and see who among them is fit to rule." If any.
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Date: 2025-07-05 07:23 pm (UTC)He had changed so much, he kept hearing people say. How long until there was nothing of his old self left?
Or was there enough to survive whatever shape he needed to take now?
Questions for which he didn't have any easy answers. Reaching down he slid the key to Hell into his pocket. He moved to hold Stella close, cradling her head against his shoulder. "Then I suppose we are protecting one another." A faint hint of amusement came to his melodious tone. "Though Matthew will say that he is the one protecting us all."
A swirl of sand took them to the Dreaming's castle gates. His three mammoth guards bowed respectfully as he and Stella entered. Right now the castle held an Italian Renaissance style to it, though with Stella arriving, Dream's loving doting automatically made a few Greek tweaks to the design, and some sunflowers suddenly furnished inside the halls. "Oh, I would not doubt if your father did come, or some representative from his Pantheon."
Not awkward at all, to have the arrival of both his ex-father in law and his potential future father in law all in one. Although it could be worse. It could be his actual father.
"I tried to give the key to Death, but she refused. Wisely, I'm sure, on her part. So we will hear the petitioners, and see who among them is fit to rule." If any.