Right, you, an eternal being that is just too tired to manage the stairs.
[She can tell he is trying to not look too entertained by her silliness. She has a certain joyful jaunt in the way she makes her way over to his spot on the stairs, offering both hands to help him up.]
Oh, I can require rest, though it's not sleep as you know it.
[It takes a concerted effort or emotionally trying situation but he can become exhausted and weakened, he can even pass out, but when he rests he doesn't enter slumber and the Dreaming, given he's literally the embodiment of it already.
As he shares the little tidbit about himself he wraps his arms around her to hold her near him, gently kissing at her neck.]
Would you rather be sitting on the throne you've complained about?
[He rises, lifting her up in his arms as he does so, to carry her towards the left wing of his castle. The room is large and ornate, with blackwood and ivory furniture and silk drapery. Nightflowers bloom near the window, crawling up and around the crevices, the only real color. He has candles on the bedside table, and a tapestry over his bed that holds moving galaxies in monochromatic colors. On the bedside table as well are, of course, some books.
He sets her down on his bed, featherlight cushions that smell of sand and time, settling himself next to her.]
[He gives a small shake of his head. His free hand that isn't propping him up on his side moves to rest on her stomach. He feels the slight rise and fall as she breathes, and how warm she is through her shirt.]
No, I don't. Not nearly as often as the rest of the castle changes. I don't spend much time here, admittedly. It is not as lived in as your bedroom is. Which I enjoy as well.
I do seem to sleep for a bit longer than I used to. Not sure why.
[She has started going to bed a bit earlier so she can spend more time with him in his realm. Her attention turns to him and she tugs him close to kiss him. Since the first kiss they shared, she has no hesitation in stealing little kisses.]
Hum. It's a mystery. There's a house here built just for that, you know. Or there was.
[Constantine somehow won it in a card game, the little menace. Dream is distracted from that though by the kisses. He tips her chin up so that he can meet her lips, hand then moving to brush through her hair and just enjoying the taste of her.]
[She caresses his cheek and runs her fingers through his hair. She is always amused that his hair always returns to it's chaotic state, no matter how much she plays with it.
There is no rush, time passes different in the Dreaming so she can linger in these languid kisses.]
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He gives her a dry look at the skeleton waving, badly trying to hide his amusement.]
It's a long way up the steps, is all. They are called a grand staircase for a reason.
Though I find comfort in a certain level of show.
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[She can tell he is trying to not look too entertained by her silliness. She has a certain joyful jaunt in the way she makes her way over to his spot on the stairs, offering both hands to help him up.]
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[He reaches up as though to let her help him up, but instead tries to pull her down onto his lap on the stairs.]
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[She does end up in his lap, laughing the whole while. It is not the most graceful move she's ever done.]
Too tired to move even.
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[It takes a concerted effort or emotionally trying situation but he can become exhausted and weakened, he can even pass out, but when he rests he doesn't enter slumber and the Dreaming, given he's literally the embodiment of it already.
As he shares the little tidbit about himself he wraps his arms around her to hold her near him, gently kissing at her neck.]
Would you rather be sitting on the throne you've complained about?
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[She had never considered as much but it makes sense. But then he's kissing her neck and she isn't thinking about sleeping at all.]
You're practically a throne in this realm anyway. Sitting on you is just as good.
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[He doesn't mind being a distraction for her.]
I have been informed that I normally appear quite tall.
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[She sighs at his ministrations.]
Where is this bedroom you mentioned?
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He sets her down on his bed, featherlight cushions that smell of sand and time, settling himself next to her.]
Better than the throne room?
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The room is beautiful, it's far more comfortable than one might imagine given the general look of the castle.]
It's beautiful. You do seem to have a personal vendetta against color though.
[But she flops back to lay on the bed, watching the shifting galaxies above her. It is magical.]
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The fall leaves at Fiddler's Green are pleasant.
[Then again, Fiddler's Green is a favorite of his, and he does play favorites.
He props himself up on his elbow to watch her watch the moving draperies.]
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[She reaches a hand to touch his arm while she watches the galaxies.]
Do you change your room often?
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No, I don't. Not nearly as often as the rest of the castle changes. I don't spend much time here, admittedly. It is not as lived in as your bedroom is. Which I enjoy as well.
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[She has started going to bed a bit earlier so she can spend more time with him in his realm. Her attention turns to him and she tugs him close to kiss him. Since the first kiss they shared, she has no hesitation in stealing little kisses.]
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[Constantine somehow won it in a card game, the little menace. Dream is distracted from that though by the kisses. He tips her chin up so that he can meet her lips, hand then moving to brush through her hair and just enjoying the taste of her.]
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There is no rush, time passes different in the Dreaming so she can linger in these languid kisses.]