[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.]
[She says at his little joke as she gets down plates for them to use as well as grabbing napkins. She then goes into the fridge and brings out a bottle of craft beer for each of them.]
[He pauses, the pulled pork in hand, to examine his glass of beer. Not that he really doubted her, but he's curious what she found appealing in the one she chose. He set down the meat and lifted up the glass to sniff it, inhaling the aroma. He follows it with a small sip, letting the balance of bitter and sweet and spice roll over his tongue.]
I suppose your record of not betraying remains intact.
[It does taste quite good. He then gestures for her to help herself to the food first if she wishes. He can certainly wait, and while it's a trifle old fashioned, he would rather see her help herself first than dive in ahead of her.]
[He does eat and drink regularly, or regularly for him, but he opts more for wine when it happens. The drink hasn’t any effect on him but he enjoys the taste. He doesn’t dislike ale though when it’s brewed well, and this one clearly was. Once Dawn has helped herself he takes a place and puts upon it a small portion of the many items. Following her lead to sit on the sofa, he sets his drink and plate on the coffee table before sinking down onto the soft cushions. It’s much more casual than eating at the dinner table. He can’t even remember the last time he sat on a sofa in the Dreaming.
He picks up the biscuit first and takes a measured taste, followed by the chicken. It does indeed have a complex balance of savory, sweet, and smoky. It reminds him vaguely of Renaissance food during banquets that often mixed meats with fruit when cooking.]
You can taste the time someone has put into it. The drink and the food.
[Which, for Dream, is quite a high compliment.]
What made you think of having it? Or was it a craving whose origination is hard to discern?
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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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[She says at his little joke as she gets down plates for them to use as well as grabbing napkins. She then goes into the fridge and brings out a bottle of craft beer for each of them.]
Non lumpy beer, as promised.
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[He pauses, the pulled pork in hand, to examine his glass of beer. Not that he really doubted her, but he's curious what she found appealing in the one she chose. He set down the meat and lifted up the glass to sniff it, inhaling the aroma. He follows it with a small sip, letting the balance of bitter and sweet and spice roll over his tongue.]
I suppose your record of not betraying remains intact.
[It does taste quite good. He then gestures for her to help herself to the food first if she wishes. He can certainly wait, and while it's a trifle old fashioned, he would rather see her help herself first than dive in ahead of her.]
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I'll take that to mean you like it?
[She quips at him with a grin as she begins to load up her plate with a bit of everything.]
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[He does eat and drink regularly, or regularly for him, but he opts more for wine when it happens. The drink hasn’t any effect on him but he enjoys the taste. He doesn’t dislike ale though when it’s brewed well, and this one clearly was. Once Dawn has helped herself he takes a place and puts upon it a small portion of the many items. Following her lead to sit on the sofa, he sets his drink and plate on the coffee table before sinking down onto the soft cushions. It’s much more casual than eating at the dinner table. He can’t even remember the last time he sat on a sofa in the Dreaming.
He picks up the biscuit first and takes a measured taste, followed by the chicken. It does indeed have a complex balance of savory, sweet, and smoky. It reminds him vaguely of Renaissance food during banquets that often mixed meats with fruit when cooking.]
You can taste the time someone has put into it. The drink and the food.
[Which, for Dream, is quite a high compliment.]
What made you think of having it? Or was it a craving whose origination is hard to discern?
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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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