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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[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.]