"Oh, uh..." Matthew preened a few of his feathers, suddenly feeling the awkwardness in the air. "I, uh, used to be human. Until a few years ago. I died in the Dreaming, and instead of becoming worm food, I became this." He spread his wings wide, indicating his raven form. "It's not all bad. I mean, immortality doesn't always suck. And I'm not being a kiss ass to say I like the gig. I still remember what it's like to be human though, you know? I miss it sometimes." As always, Matthew spoke from the heart and off his sleeve. A part of Morpheus wondered when the time would come when that veneer of humanity, that longing for what once was, would slip away. It always did, for the ravens. Yet that inherent loyalty, that truthful center, that would remain. "Dream had another raven before me, but nobody talks about them."
"It is the past, Matthew." Dream's voice rolled out like soft thunder. Striking, but not with the singular intent to harm. If anything, he was trying to be kind. To close Matthew off from questions with answers he might not truly want. "It does not do to dwell on it. For your sake."
If only Dream would take his own advice.
His hands remained clasped on the desk, but they tightened a little at the following questions about Greece. "The Greece I once knew. I have not been there in a very long time. There is no reason now to visit." Not now that his son was wishing for death, and he was no longer married. He supposed in his answer he'd let slip that it was therefore someone, or someones, there that had been the draw, rather than the country itself. "It is a pointless game. I cannot grant myself a boon, anyway." Or rather, he would never use his power in that manner.
"Wine," was Dream's immediate answer to what should be drunk.
"You don't drink wine in an office, boss," Matthew stage whispered to him. "Fried chicken and wine nights are just a throne room thing." He was admittedly playing it up a little for Kate's amusement. Dream was so tightly wound he did not let himself indulge in lounging in his throne room with chicken and wine often. It was just when he was completely exhausted and in desperate need of refueling that those nights happened. Still, secretly, Matthew loved those moments. Not to see Dream depleted or upset, but because they made him seem... well. Almost human. Who didn't want to eat shit and get drunk after a rough day?
Dream was exactly as Kate had left him when she returned, like a statute that hadn't moved. Matthew was hopping around her desk inspecting everything on it. Dream gave Kate a perplexed look when she handled him the Skittles. He stared at the package like he was almost unsure what to even do with it. "Lucienne is well. The Dreaming is functioning adequately. We recently had many visitors, so everyone is a bit worn out from that experience."
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Date: 2025-07-07 04:18 pm (UTC)"It is the past, Matthew." Dream's voice rolled out like soft thunder. Striking, but not with the singular intent to harm. If anything, he was trying to be kind. To close Matthew off from questions with answers he might not truly want. "It does not do to dwell on it. For your sake."
If only Dream would take his own advice.
His hands remained clasped on the desk, but they tightened a little at the following questions about Greece. "The Greece I once knew. I have not been there in a very long time. There is no reason now to visit." Not now that his son was wishing for death, and he was no longer married. He supposed in his answer he'd let slip that it was therefore someone, or someones, there that had been the draw, rather than the country itself. "It is a pointless game. I cannot grant myself a boon, anyway." Or rather, he would never use his power in that manner.
"Wine," was Dream's immediate answer to what should be drunk.
"You don't drink wine in an office, boss," Matthew stage whispered to him. "Fried chicken and wine nights are just a throne room thing." He was admittedly playing it up a little for Kate's amusement. Dream was so tightly wound he did not let himself indulge in lounging in his throne room with chicken and wine often. It was just when he was completely exhausted and in desperate need of refueling that those nights happened. Still, secretly, Matthew loved those moments. Not to see Dream depleted or upset, but because they made him seem... well. Almost human. Who didn't want to eat shit and get drunk after a rough day?
Dream was exactly as Kate had left him when she returned, like a statute that hadn't moved. Matthew was hopping around her desk inspecting everything on it. Dream gave Kate a perplexed look when she handled him the Skittles. He stared at the package like he was almost unsure what to even do with it. "Lucienne is well. The Dreaming is functioning adequately. We recently had many visitors, so everyone is a bit worn out from that experience."