"I have never watched a movie. Though I am familiar with many of them through dreams." Morpheus was old fashioned, he knew. Still, thousands of years art had merely been spoken word and performances. When he'd been captured, film had only barely been around a few decades, not long enough for him to have bothered trying it out for himself. Since then he'd been busy rebuilding his kingdom. "I have from time to time seen live performances, though." His wife had been from ancient Greece, Bast from Egypt, so he'd viewed shows back then. Hob had introduced him to a few, as had Shakespeare and some others.
"I try not to interfere in your realm too often." Dream's finger lightly trailed along the rim of the mug, his only movement. "It is a fine line, being part of your world and influencing it." Something Death managed with such grace and balance, and someone like Desire in Dream's opinion abused. "I suppose I just... I heard him talking one night. He so desperately wanted to hold a mirror up to the soul, to say something that held meaning. He wanted to tell stories that would not only speak to the heart, but unfold what dreams lay within." Dream sounded baffled, bemused, and a touch inspired himself as he talked about his old colleague. It had been so impossibly human, that night listening to Will. "I found him... intriguing."
There had been a few mortals over the years who had perplexed Dream, who had caught his attention beyond the empathy he felt in general for those under his domain.
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Date: 2025-07-09 08:15 pm (UTC)"I try not to interfere in your realm too often." Dream's finger lightly trailed along the rim of the mug, his only movement. "It is a fine line, being part of your world and influencing it." Something Death managed with such grace and balance, and someone like Desire in Dream's opinion abused. "I suppose I just... I heard him talking one night. He so desperately wanted to hold a mirror up to the soul, to say something that held meaning. He wanted to tell stories that would not only speak to the heart, but unfold what dreams lay within." Dream sounded baffled, bemused, and a touch inspired himself as he talked about his old colleague. It had been so impossibly human, that night listening to Will. "I found him... intriguing."
There had been a few mortals over the years who had perplexed Dream, who had caught his attention beyond the empathy he felt in general for those under his domain.
Hob. Shakespeare. Thessaly. Nada. Constantine. Kate.
"I suppose... you have intrigued me, too."