[ That explained the sudden intense workload from back then. And she remembers the previous vortex. She told him, after all, that he had authority and permission. And even the vortex herself had asked for death. She remembers this.
This also feels like she needs to be there with her instead of texting back.
In fact, she doesn't reply. Instead she finishes her work for the day, stands in her gallery, and cradles Dream's sigil: a shadow of the helm he made from the bones of old gods who dared to invade his realm. She remembers him asking for help at the time. She didn't come.
(She was a bitch, then. She isn't, now.) ]
Dream, I stand in my gallery, and hold your sigil. Can I come through, to your realm?
[ Normally, she can go in and out without all the bells and whistles and rules and laws. His palace staff both fear and respect her, but those closest to her brother have also shown their joy and gratitude to her (normally for pulling said brother out of his moods). ]
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Date: 2022-10-18 05:46 am (UTC)This also feels like she needs to be there with her instead of texting back.
In fact, she doesn't reply. Instead she finishes her work for the day, stands in her gallery, and cradles Dream's sigil: a shadow of the helm he made from the bones of old gods who dared to invade his realm. She remembers him asking for help at the time. She didn't come.
(She was a bitch, then. She isn't, now.) ]
Dream, I stand in my gallery, and hold your sigil. Can I come through, to your realm?
[ Normally, she can go in and out without all the bells and whistles and rules and laws. His palace staff both fear and respect her, but those closest to her brother have also shown their joy and gratitude to her (normally for pulling said brother out of his moods). ]