"Who's crazy enough to milk a nut? I'll stick with the juice, thanks," Matthew said, fluttering his wings and pecking at the candy left on the table. It wasn't like he actually had to worry about what he was eating these days.
Dream, however, did take some cream in his tea. He normally went with real cream, but living in the Dreaming, well he'd certainly heard of stranger items to eat or drink than oat milk. He wasn't bothered by the substitute. "Thank you." He noted how interwoven Kate's life was with her consort's. How enthusiastically she shared her space and presumably his. He was both glad for his friend, and he felt an aching inside at how he'd recently torn down the rooms he'd built for Nada. For several beings before that. Somehow in all his lifetimes he couldn't get what appeared so easy to work.
He certainly knew that he was in large part to blame, even if he didn't want to accept it.
Trying to brush that melancholy aside, he focused on what she said next. A small, pleased expression briefly passed across his face. "Not all of Will's plays were my favorites, but he did possess a particular talent. He would be very gratified to know that humanity was still performing his work. That was all he wanted. A legacy to leave behind." A beat. "He even performed for the Fae once, to tie in our earlier talk."
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Date: 2025-07-07 11:35 pm (UTC)Dream, however, did take some cream in his tea. He normally went with real cream, but living in the Dreaming, well he'd certainly heard of stranger items to eat or drink than oat milk. He wasn't bothered by the substitute. "Thank you." He noted how interwoven Kate's life was with her consort's. How enthusiastically she shared her space and presumably his. He was both glad for his friend, and he felt an aching inside at how he'd recently torn down the rooms he'd built for Nada. For several beings before that. Somehow in all his lifetimes he couldn't get what appeared so easy to work.
He certainly knew that he was in large part to blame, even if he didn't want to accept it.
Trying to brush that melancholy aside, he focused on what she said next. A small, pleased expression briefly passed across his face. "Not all of Will's plays were my favorites, but he did possess a particular talent. He would be very gratified to know that humanity was still performing his work. That was all he wanted. A legacy to leave behind." A beat. "He even performed for the Fae once, to tie in our earlier talk."