shadowtruths | IC/Overflow

Death did try precisely that, I'll have you know. I did not partake.

[Big sisters, amirite? Though Dream does love her dearly. His hair is indeed wet and dripping, though oddly, it does not lose its wild shape no matter how sodden.]

I find Fiddler's Green to be quite peaceful, though. Even if it grows weary of me sometimes.

[Tree branches shake vehemently as if to say, 'NO. Us? What? Never' in a way that's a little too emphatic to not actually be true. Dream gives a knowingly wry look around, he knows he can be a lot for even his subjects sometimes.]

That sounds like something Death would do.

[Which sounds absolutely adorable. Stella could imagine Morpheus sat on a bench looking sullen instead.]

I never grow tired of watching the Dreaming react to you. Even when it seems a little overly enthusiastic.

She is absolutely incorrigible, as only family can be.

[He gives a fond look around the space that is both an extension of him as well as home to so many outside of just him. It's an intricate organism of sorts all its own, yet one that vibrates to the very center of his being.]

It is my purpose, and sanctuary. I shall never let it fall into disarray again.

[The rain is slowly dissipating, leaving a brilliant black sky in its wake. Midnight creatures flock and fly above every so often against a moon that shifts in phases.]

Would you care to walk, or shall we sit?

She is sweet though, from the times I've met her.

[The Dreaming is endlessly fascinating in a way nothing else she's ever seen is.

His mood must be lifting if the rain is subsiding.]

Let's go for a little walk.

She is by far my most agreeable sibling. Though I feel somewhat protective over others of my younger siblings. Some of them.

[He offers her his arm so they can stroll, heading vaguely in the direction back to his castle.]

I have allowed Matthew to decorate the entrance area of the castle for Halloween. He and some of the other castle staff have taken to it with... let us call it gusto.

As the youngest I often wonder if my sister's feel protective over me.

[She doesn't think they really do. She slips her hand into his arm.]

You're decorating? I love everything about Halloween in the Dreaming as a whole concept.

I don't know most of them well enough to say. I never took the time to get to know your family as well as I likely should have.

Matthew is largely spearheading the decorating, but I have crafted what he's asked for in order to complete it. I think his death is still new enough that he misses his human traditions. It is a little thing to give him his holidays.

... though I found spiders and cobwebs on my throne. I did have a talk to him about that.

[She sets her head against him as they walk.]

That is very kind of you, Matthew still holds a lot of humanity in him.

Your throne has a very halloween vibe to it. I honestly can't blame Matthew on that.

[He turns his head to brush a kiss against the top of her head.]

That he does. I would say he is by far the most human of all the ravens I've had.

It is more comfortable to sit in than the appearance may seem.

He's quite funny too. I enjoy his visits.

[Since Matthew has also taken to visiting Stella from time to time.]

I don't believe that. It does not look comfortable at all.

I enjoy them as well, it gives me a little peace and quiet.

[Despite the grumbling, Dream does care for Matthew very much.]

Would you think any throne looked comfortable?

[She chuckles]

Matthew does have quite a lot to say.

[She does know how much Dream cares for his ravens.]

Yes. If it was plush and cozy.

[He slides an arm around her waist as they walk. The scenery around them vibrates with energy, albeit that of a buzzing darkness given the night. It's fall in full bloom, with the ground hardened beneath their feet leaves rustling and falling, and the cottages along the roadside up to the castle are decorated. One even looks like the gingerbread house and gives off similar scents. A little fanged squirrel with red eyes scurries up to them, it's friends' red eyes glowing out of a nearby tree. Dream stops to lean down and pet the little nightmare, who scurries up his shirt to sit on his shoulder.]

You don't think the stone is more regal? I always did like the designs on it.

[For a nightmare the little squirrels are rather cute and the one that climbs to his shoulder reaches out to sniff Stella's hair.]

It's intimidating, but doesn't look comfy.

[Some people find dozens of glowing eyes and little fangs terrifying, but Dream agrees with her. He's very fond of the nightmare squirrels. His face carves up in a small smile as the little critter buries his face in her hair.]

I suppose I have never truly prioritized comfort, save for when guests are staying over and require quarters.

[She giggles as the little creature plays with her hair. It's adorable.]

I've never asked, do you have actual quarters? Or do you just have anything you want when you want it?

Oh, I do have quarters. I only make use of them when I need to rest, or desire even more privacy than the other rooms provide. I'd be glad to show them to you, the bed is quite comfortable. Though the color scheme is what you'd predict it to be.

[Black, white, and grayscale. He's got A Theme and he embraces it.]

Are you inviting me to your bed, Morpheus?

[She isn't saying no, she's just giving him a sly little smile]

It has been some time since someone else has given it a proper critique.

[The Dream King offers back a slight but present smirk of his own.]

Quite some time huh? If this was the waking world it would be dusty.

[Still she smirks right back with a little nod.]

I'd like to see.

Mm. Let's leave it as not having been the most pleasant of breakups. I had intended on taking a pause on romance to focus on my realm. I had managed that well enough until a certain muse wandered back into my existence.

[The breakup with Thessaly hadn't been his worst by far, but it also hadn't been fun and Dream had been in his Focus on Myself having some straightening out to do phase, but romance never did work that way. It tended to sneak up on him even when he wasn't looking for it. And he can't say he's sorry now that happened.

He's also not going to think on how many women from Ancient Greece he apparently will end up dating.]

Perhaps we could have some refreshments there, then. Though we'll first have to get past Matthew's decorations.

[Having reached the castle entrance the squirrel scurries off him and chitters its goodbye. The gate guardians dip their heads in bows. Dream lays a hand on their heads before entering a truly garish depiction of a spooky Halloween theme. Fake cobwebs, spiders, skeletons, dream ghosts, eerie music, candles that flair blood colors, skulls full with wine... no expense has been spared in the main hall.]

How terrible of me.

[She teases. She is eternally greatful that things have worked out so that they can try.]

Oh wow. Matthew really did go all out.

[She can't help but to wander off to take in all the decorations. They are everywhere and very ornate.]

Truly heinous. It's a wonder you can sleep at night. You must have an in somewhere to help.

[He smiles a little seeing her intrigue. Going to the grand staircase, he sits on the bottom steps to just enjoy watching her survey the room.]

That he did. Matthew seems to have been the sort to live life to the fullest.

[OOC: Feel free to add in whatever decorations and such you want her to find if any!]

I do have a bit of help in the dreams department for sure.

[She finds an especially ominous looking spider that is fluffy and has massive fangs. She even makes a skeleton wave at him. Stella quite likes Halloween and all of the decorations really fit with the overall look of the castle.]

You aren't even using that very comfortable throne!

[She points at him sitting there using the skeleton arm.]

I stand by my assumptions that it's more show than comfort.

[He is quite proud of the fluffy fanged spiders. Dream has a penchant for creatures that are both cuddly and deadly.

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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