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?
[Dawn meanwhile digs into her food with none of the measured nibbles that Dream has, she is hungry and ever since he walked in with the food she's been almost drooling over it. The smell of it reminding her of her craving and when he compliments it she just smiles and happily takes another large bite.]
Mmmhmm.
[She agrees that you can taste the time that was put into the meal, the slow cooked pulled pork and the smoked chicken especially and she makes sure to swallow and dab her mouth with a napkin before answering his question.]
I made the mistake of watching the food network on TV and they had an episode all about bbq.
You’re the third person who’s brought up this Food Network to me.
[Death, Hob, and now Dawn. It amuses him the variety within that spectrum, from Endless to immortal to mortal. Apparently, this television network and its offerings was quite a uniting factor among beings.]
You’re all going to make me hungry when you collectively dream about it.
[A teasing joke, but in truth, if he didn’t hold himself in such a disciplined state the emotional toil of everyone’s subconsciousness would impact him. Sometimes it still did in small ways, which he cared about less than larger ones that would impact his ability to function.]
[She asks as she pops a piece of cornbread into her mouth.]
Well seeing how you were so nice to satisfy my craving in the flesh I'll try to dream about something different tonight so you are safe from having to eat it twice.
My sister Death and an old friend. Though they did not bring up barbeque in particular on the network. Their shows were baking and competition ones.
[At seeing her eating the biscuit he offers her the half that is left of his.]
I appreciate your restraint. Though redundancy in dreams doesn’t bother me. It is the subconscious mind working through something if it lingers. I’m able to hold myself apart from your experiences most of the time, or at least at enough of a distance. Sometimes though a dream will remind me of something, I suppose like your barbeque shows can inspire.
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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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Mmmhmm.
[She agrees that you can taste the time that was put into the meal, the slow cooked pulled pork and the smoked chicken especially and she makes sure to swallow and dab her mouth with a napkin before answering his question.]
I made the mistake of watching the food network on TV and they had an episode all about bbq.
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[Death, Hob, and now Dawn. It amuses him the variety within that spectrum, from Endless to immortal to mortal. Apparently, this television network and its offerings was quite a uniting factor among beings.]
You’re all going to make me hungry when you collectively dream about it.
[A teasing joke, but in truth, if he didn’t hold himself in such a disciplined state the emotional toil of everyone’s subconsciousness would impact him. Sometimes it still did in small ways, which he cared about less than larger ones that would impact his ability to function.]
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[She asks as she pops a piece of cornbread into her mouth.]
Well seeing how you were so nice to satisfy my craving in the flesh I'll try to dream about something different tonight so you are safe from having to eat it twice.
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[At seeing her eating the biscuit he offers her the half that is left of his.]
I appreciate your restraint. Though redundancy in dreams doesn’t bother me. It is the subconscious mind working through something if it lingers. I’m able to hold myself apart from your experiences most of the time, or at least at enough of a distance. Sometimes though a dream will remind me of something, I suppose like your barbeque shows can inspire.
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Oh I love baking competition shows, especially the Great British Bake Off. It reminds me of my mother.
[She takes the other half of his biscuit and pops it into her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully while he explains.]
Have you ever experienced a dream from someone that pulled you in? That you couldn't hold yourself apart from?
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ooc: damn you're a good writer <3
You, too! <3 This is delightful.
aww shucks :)
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