"You are not wrong in your assessment." The gods are, after all, reflections of humanity's beliefs. Throughout most of its history men have dominated, and as such, that power structure was often found within the pantheons. "They also have ties and loyalties to their particular families and followers." It would be nearly impossible to find someone, even aside from the Greeks and the Norse, who did not have that particular problem. Everyone coming would have an agenda and an angle to put themselves first. Hell's very nature was the intersection of power and torment, who would want that for the right reasons? Who would see it as a burden to bear rather than a chance at greater influence?
"Mm? Oh. Yes." She isn't dressed appropriately. Dream takes her hand, raising it above her head to let her spin. As she does so, a resplendent outfit that she has in her mind suddenly forms around her being. It is telling that he hasn't even thought to look at her trappings, instead so focused on her behind them. "There. Better?" His expression shows approval. "I shall meet you shortly." He kisses her hand and squares his shoulder, going towards the doors where Lucienne is desperately trying to keep things under control.
“There are few who would truly want to take on Hell for the right reasons. We have our work cut out for us.” She is a part of the puzzle now and intends to help Morpheus find the right claim to Hell.
She is charmed that he has been so focused elsewhere that he didn’t notice. She does a graceful little spin. The gown that comes into place is black, but with shimmering reflections of emerald green and deep navy blue. It’s the sort of swirling night patterns that she sees in his eyes.
“Yes, this is exactly what I need for tonight.” A dress to represent her place in the Dreaming. “See you.”
The dress suited both Stella and the Dreaming, an indication of how well she might fit into the dreamscape. Morpheus gave an approving nod, letting her slip from his fingers as he faced what was going on in the entrance hall. It took but a few minutes to establish the ground rules, to ensure that his guests both knew they would be treated properly under his protection but also that he would be swift to deal with any who attempted harm under his domain. Lucienne looked already over the whole ordeal, but she resolutely began to check in the guests, waiting for the banquet to begin. Morpheus heard small tidbits of conversation on his way out, but of course, everyone was on their best behavior while he was in the room.
The banquet hall had not existed prior to some minutes ago, but it was already well underway with preparations. Mervyn was there, as was Taramis, and several other workers. Long, elegant tables with delicate candle and floral arrangements were being put into place. A raised dais with a stage was being constructed. From the attached kitchen Dream could smell items already simmering and cooking, dishes that were to him both appetizing and revolting, but would suit each of their guests individual tastes.
Already Dream felt what would only be described as a tension headache if he'd had a body, a faint rush of nerves that he was trying to keep buried deep beneath his placid surface. He found Stella directing the banquet decoration and design, moving to rest a hand on her back. Low to her ear he said, "So far I have seen representatives from Order and Chaos, along with the Norse Pantheon. Bast is here, as is Susano-o-no-Mikoto. There are demons from Hell. And yes, I did notice your father. He and Odin were sharing something resembling a greeting, for them." A beat. "There were still many, many more waiting to enter the hall."
Waiving to Mervyn, he gave the order for more guest rooms to be constructed, per the needs of those on Lucienne's list.
She watches him go before turning to her duties. She has an ease in slipping right into making sure the banquet is suitable. Stella is at ease in the Dreaming and with all the residents so there is no difficulty in finding ways to be useful.
She can feel him before he is at her side, she tilts a bit closer to listen to his run down. “The castle will be very full this evening. Will we be dining with them in here?”
"I do not think I should. I will be watching them above on the balcony." Eating? He'll worry about it later. Days, weeks. Dream tends to not get as much nourishment and rest as even the Endless often do, which is seen in his rail thin figure. Everything is burned for the sake of his duty, and not replenished as often as it should. "What say you of mingling? You can either watch with me if you find it not beneficial, or mingle and then report back." Stella pointed out that everyone clocking her as the Lady of the Dreaming might silence them, too. Perhaps less than him? He'd discuss with her what she thought of the matter.
[OOC: Right? My heart. I'm here for playing it out and amending it for maximum fun for us both.]
He rarely eats, she knows this much about him. It has never concerned her, she doesn’t believe an Endless can starve to death.
“I will need to greet my Father or risk being seen as rude. Though I suspect too much mingling would have everyone acting as if you were among them. Depending on if they are observant, of course.” She has not been introduced, but her dress alone would mark her as being of the Dreaming. “It is a toss up as to what would be more beneficial.
[ooc- Stella really had gotten the best possible Dream boyfriend though. With his actual feelings]
[OOC: Bless him, he tries these days with apologizing and attempting to right his wrongs. It's not perfect and he absolutely doesn't always deserve forgiveness, but Stella definitely has met a Dream who at least is trying to improve.]
Stella is right not be concerned that lack of food will easily kill him. Dream can become weakened through being cut off from nourishment that he needs. It had happened before, when he'd been imprisoned. Like Stella herself he cannot die from lack of nourishment, but he can certainly feel hunger and need rest and replenishment to function well. The Dreaming had been falling into shambles after a little over a century without his touch. He'd nearly been the same.
She leaves it up to him to discern. He accepts her faith in his choices, hoping they are the right ones.
"Greet your father. Acknowledge those you know well. Then come see me in the balcony."
[ooc- worlds different than the one her sister married]
Feeling starvation for a long time will certainly make an immortal wish for Death to come pay a visit. After this Hell business is settled hopefully things can be calm for a little while at least.
“I will do exactly that. And I will see you upstairs.” She stands and presses a light kiss to his cheek.
"I shall see you then." He accepts the kiss, leaving a good deal of further intimacy for later. He checks in with his staff, ensuring they are prepared before he climbs the steps up towards the balcony. There he has a vantage point, and also, he has access to the few who dare to find him. At times it's other staff members, other times it's members who have come to petition him. The rest of the time he lingers and watches, ensuring that nothing gets out of hand.
He will be able to watch her as she moves through the crowd. She seems to garner some attention, and whispers quickly follow her wake.
She finds her father easy enough, and he even remembers her name (or has been briefed on it). It is polite, though otherwise there is little in the way of familial affection. She speaks briefly to any who request her, and a few are clever enough to recognise her potential to recommend their claim to the Dream Lord.
When she is finally able to quietly make her way back up to the balcony, she thinks she may be getting a headache herself. Now it’s her turn to slip up alongside him.
Oh, some stay on their best behavior, knowing he is likely lurking nearby. Most however lose themselves in their petty trivialities, revealing more than they knew. He watches it all, carefully calculating his responses.
Lucienne comes to discuss, as does Taramis. The latter also offers sustenance. Dream refuses, though he does make requests on Stella's behalf for when she joins him.
The only personal aches he feels are on Stella's behalf at her father's cordial but distant greeting, and how ancient Baste feels in a way that showed her age. He does greet the Fae, but most of the time, he watches and thought. He wonders about the one debt he does owe.
When Stella finally joins him he turns to her. "I believe some of my siblings would find it such." Entertaining, that is. "I find it all tedious." He has an inkling to reunite the key with its Creator, but he still intends to hear the pleas for it. To see if others might sway him.
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"Mm? Oh. Yes." She isn't dressed appropriately. Dream takes her hand, raising it above her head to let her spin. As she does so, a resplendent outfit that she has in her mind suddenly forms around her being. It is telling that he hasn't even thought to look at her trappings, instead so focused on her behind them. "There. Better?" His expression shows approval. "I shall meet you shortly." He kisses her hand and squares his shoulder, going towards the doors where Lucienne is desperately trying to keep things under control.
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She is charmed that he has been so focused elsewhere that he didn’t notice. She does a graceful little spin. The gown that comes into place is black, but with shimmering reflections of emerald green and deep navy blue. It’s the sort of swirling night patterns that she sees in his eyes.
“Yes, this is exactly what I need for tonight.” A dress to represent her place in the Dreaming. “See you.”
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The banquet hall had not existed prior to some minutes ago, but it was already well underway with preparations. Mervyn was there, as was Taramis, and several other workers. Long, elegant tables with delicate candle and floral arrangements were being put into place. A raised dais with a stage was being constructed. From the attached kitchen Dream could smell items already simmering and cooking, dishes that were to him both appetizing and revolting, but would suit each of their guests individual tastes.
Already Dream felt what would only be described as a tension headache if he'd had a body, a faint rush of nerves that he was trying to keep buried deep beneath his placid surface. He found Stella directing the banquet decoration and design, moving to rest a hand on her back. Low to her ear he said, "So far I have seen representatives from Order and Chaos, along with the Norse Pantheon. Bast is here, as is Susano-o-no-Mikoto. There are demons from Hell. And yes, I did notice your father. He and Odin were sharing something resembling a greeting, for them." A beat. "There were still many, many more waiting to enter the hall."
Waiving to Mervyn, he gave the order for more guest rooms to be constructed, per the needs of those on Lucienne's list.
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She can feel him before he is at her side, she tilts a bit closer to listen to his run down. “The castle will be very full this evening. Will we be dining with them in here?”
[ooc- up to date on season 2. Had a little cry]
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[OOC: Right? My heart. I'm here for playing it out and amending it for maximum fun for us both.]
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“I will need to greet my Father or risk being seen as rude. Though I suspect too much mingling would have everyone acting as if you were among them. Depending on if they are observant, of course.” She has not been introduced, but her dress alone would mark her as being of the Dreaming. “It is a toss up as to what would be more beneficial.
[ooc- Stella really had gotten the best possible Dream boyfriend though. With his actual feelings]
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Stella is right not be concerned that lack of food will easily kill him. Dream can become weakened through being cut off from nourishment that he needs. It had happened before, when he'd been imprisoned. Like Stella herself he cannot die from lack of nourishment, but he can certainly feel hunger and need rest and replenishment to function well. The Dreaming had been falling into shambles after a little over a century without his touch. He'd nearly been the same.
She leaves it up to him to discern. He accepts her faith in his choices, hoping they are the right ones.
"Greet your father. Acknowledge those you know well. Then come see me in the balcony."
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Feeling starvation for a long time will certainly make an immortal wish for Death to come pay a visit. After this Hell business is settled hopefully things can be calm for a little while at least.
“I will do exactly that. And I will see you upstairs.” She stands and presses a light kiss to his cheek.
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She finds her father easy enough, and he even remembers her name (or has been briefed on it). It is polite, though otherwise there is little in the way of familial affection. She speaks briefly to any who request her, and a few are clever enough to recognise her potential to recommend their claim to the Dream Lord.
When she is finally able to quietly make her way back up to the balcony, she thinks she may be getting a headache herself. Now it’s her turn to slip up alongside him.
“Entertaining up here?”
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Oh, some stay on their best behavior, knowing he is likely lurking nearby. Most however lose themselves in their petty trivialities, revealing more than they knew. He watches it all, carefully calculating his responses.
Lucienne comes to discuss, as does Taramis. The latter also offers sustenance. Dream refuses, though he does make requests on Stella's behalf for when she joins him.
The only personal aches he feels are on Stella's behalf at her father's cordial but distant greeting, and how ancient Baste feels in a way that showed her age. He does greet the Fae, but most of the time, he watches and thought. He wonders about the one debt he does owe.
When Stella finally joins him he turns to her. "I believe some of my siblings would find it such." Entertaining, that is. "I find it all tedious." He has an inkling to reunite the key with its Creator, but he still intends to hear the pleas for it. To see if others might sway him.