I actually had a moment where when I started getting back into vigilante work I debated changing my costume from white to black. But I kept it white to try and remind myself of hope.
[He simply can't wrap his head around Destruction who abdicated his duties, or Desire whom he sees as abusing them. The sense of obligation runs too deeply in him.]
Hope saw me out of Hell once. When I faced the Morningstar. There it was merely a concept. You bring it to others in person.
I honestly don't know what would happen to me. [Nor what happened to Destruction.] I do know that all who dream would suffer terribly. That much is apparent.
You're welcome. I would not have said it if I did not believe it.
I still think that you protecting everyone while they dream is heroic and protective. Also I'm sorry if my question upset you at all, I'm just always trying to figure out more about you.
No, you haven't. I suppose the circumstances surrounding how I know that dreamers would suffer in my absence is not a pleasant tale to share. I don't take lightly putting my burdens, past or present, on someone else. [Though he supposes getting to know someone includes their dark moments, and he has welcomed learning about hers.]
I admit some satisfaction in being able to draw that out. Although I'm not around to see it.
Tempting. I suppose I could multitask. It's never a bad habit to practice.
[He waits patiently and heads up when buzzed in, having gotten all the requested goods, not a single item more or less. His attention to detail would allow no other.]
I'm fairly certain it's dragon hide and a type of Fae weed, but I hadn't time to shower. Oh, you meant the food.
Yes. It does smell like many dreams foretold.
[He knew very well what she meant. He waits until she ushers him in before stepping inside smoothly. His step is slow but sure, methodical rather than hesitant. He moves to set the large bag filled with containers on her kitchen table before starting to unpack it neatly. He can't help but leap in when he sees something needs doing and try to make it orderly.]
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Imagine the scandal if it was black instead.
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Such a scandal! Although an all black outfit with my pale hair would still look good.
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My mind went to Odile rather than a cat, I must admit. Perhaps you might switch up your color scheme one day.
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I actually had a moment where when I started getting back into vigilante work I debated changing my costume from white to black. But I kept it white to try and remind myself of hope.
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Hope is a most powerful ally, in the day or the dark.
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[She shivers a little when she reads that.]
I like that.
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[He simply can't wrap his head around Destruction who abdicated his duties, or Desire whom he sees as abusing them. The sense of obligation runs too deeply in him.]
Hope saw me out of Hell once. When I faced the Morningstar. There it was merely a concept. You bring it to others in person.
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Oh. Wow.
Dream I.....thank you.
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You're welcome. I would not have said it if I did not believe it.
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You're making me blush.
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I admit some satisfaction in being able to draw that out. Although I'm not around to see it.
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Maybe you'll get lucky and it will still be there when you arrive with bbq. ;)
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Nearly there. I'm attracting looks, I assume from the scent.
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Quite possibly. It could also be from your over all image.
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[aka you're good looking, dummy.]
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The food seems like it would be much more appealing.
... though any compliment from you I take to heart, so you have my thanks. I'm glad my presence isn't off-putting to you.
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You're plenty appealing, Dream. Trust me.
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Well, I certainly know better than to argue with you. Especially before you've eaten.
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Smart man.
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Is it my turn to wax on about your striking features?
Or did you wish to divert your attention and ring me up as I'm here with the food?
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I'll buzz you up right now.
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[He waits patiently and heads up when buzzed in, having gotten all the requested goods, not a single item more or less. His attention to detail would allow no other.]
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When he knocks she opens the front door for him and ushers him inside.]
Oh my goodness that smells so good.
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Yes. It does smell like many dreams foretold.
[He knew very well what she meant. He waits until she ushers him in before stepping inside smoothly. His step is slow but sure, methodical rather than hesitant. He moves to set the large bag filled with containers on her kitchen table before starting to unpack it neatly. He can't help but leap in when he sees something needs doing and try to make it orderly.]
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ooc: damn you're a good writer <3
You, too! <3 This is delightful.
aww shucks :)
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OOC
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