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.
What did your mother enjoy baking? And that might have been the show Death mentioned. It sounds familiar, but I'm not positive. I'd get in trouble admitting that.
[He can remember every being who dreams but not the show his sister talked about. Sibling vibes are a universal constant. He leans back a little against the cushions, contemplating her question. His arm rests against a pillow, index finger gently rubbing against the edge's crease.]
In the beginning, oh yes. When dreams were new; when I was new. I felt everything. So much joy and grief people brought with them. It was... overwhelming, until I could properly sort it out. And honestly, dangerous for the dreamers until I did, too. I had to protect myself from being consumed, so I could protect them from it.
She mostly enjoyed baking cupcakes and simple cookies, small things we could have with our tea.
[Dawn sips at her beer as Dream explains what things were like for him in the beginning, it's such a strange thing to be hearing about and she takes a moment to really digest the idea of it. Being there when everything was new.]
Hrmn. Yeah I guess that would be overwhelming very quickly, having everyone's dreams and feelings just sort of thrown at you.
I had thought at first such sizes were a dream exaggeration, but indeed not. Though I suppose if people take some home for a second meal, it makes more sense to me. Either way it isn’t what has baffled me most about humanity.
[At the light tickling of her fingers against his hand, he turned it over, palms upwards, to twine fingers together with hers.]
A fair reminder. I suppose it is as easy for me to focus on what might be improved than on what is done well. Particularly when the stakes are as high as the ones in which we both deal. Thank you though, for the compliment.
Oh? [She raises an eyebrow at him.] What has baffled you most about humanity then? Wait, let me guess....our obsession with cat videos on the internet?
[His fingers are so elegant and when they twine through hers she smiles.]
That might be a close second. Or third, behind the large portions.
[He takes his time to consider the answer, because it is more layered than a casual offhand might imply.]
No, in seriousness the human connection with animal companions doesn't baffle me. Nor does the desire to read into animal behavior, ascribing to them human characteristics in joking form that barely mask a wanting for greater understanding.
I suppose what does sometimes perplex me... and it is not a characteristic ascribed solely to humanity... is self-sabotage. Maybe due to it not being limited to humanity. It is a complex concept, and perhaps worth a measure of mystery as that leaves it open to individual scrutiny rather than sweeping judgement.
[She makes a small noise when he mentions self-sabotage, nodding a little to herself.]
It's a very complex concept and there's a disturbing number of ways that someone can do it to themselves, mentally and physically. And I would be hard pressed to explain the reasons why people do it because there can be so many factors that go into it.
Indeed. There is no easy answer to understand or amend it. It is one I have puzzled over for a very long time. And have seen only too often. [And perhaps he isn't immune to it either, at times.]
Apologies. I didn't mean to add a heaviness to the evening.
I am also very perplexed by the socks that have individual toes on them.
[Given he knew he was the cause of the heaviness in conversation, there is a measure of satisfaction that he's able to redirect it. Hearing her laugh is a welcome sound that draws out a small smile of his own.]
They don't look especially comfortable, or appealing. I fail to see what regular socks lack that they provide. It is a human invention that does indeed baffle me.
The shoes are real? I thought them a subconscious manifestation...
[He's being entirely serious that time. His light tracing of the creases in the pillow cease on one hand, as his other hand begins to gently do the same. This time instead it's his index finger gently trailing over her knuckles and fingers as he loosens it from their hold, the small movement exploratory yet soothing to him.]
All right, I suppose it's your turn. What about the Endless baffles you? Or the topic can be broadened to bafflement in general, not merely my kind.
They are real and they are just as confusing as you think they are.
[The feeling of his index finger traveling over her knuckles and the fingers sends a tingle through her entire body and she's so focused on the feeling that at first she doesn't seem to realize he's asked her a question.]
Hrm? Oh! [Her cheeks go a light pink.] I don't know if I'd say that there's anything that baffles me about the Endless, especially since I'm still learning about all of you, but there's certainly a lot of things that intrigue me and make me curious.
[He might look a little pleased at having been able to distract her, a small smile curled on his face as he notes the reddened cheeks. Slowly he reaches out to brush her hair back from her face.]
A very diplomatic response. Me, I find my family constantly baffling, but I suppose that is common enough. I will accept that at least I am not dull to you.
[She says, a statement that is made even more true by the pulse of excitement that goes through her again when he reaches out to brush back her hair. His fingers grazing her cheekbones for just a moment, but even that's enough for her heart to start beating faster and her body to become hyper aware of his.]
[He doesn't technically have a heart that beats. When he draws breath and speaks, it is because this is a form that humanity understands and has reflected back at him. His body is solid but never born, existing because of the dreamers he serves. He is connected to them, to their hearts. He's felt his break, even though one has never resided within him. Metaphor made real.
Right now though there is no ache of loss in his chest, but rather a growing want. His hand lingered, sliding from her face to rest upon her back. Slow and measured, prepared to pull back if she seems discomfited. To see if he feels discomfort. There are so many snares on both ends that might snag. The simple touch doesn't make him forget that, but he craves it nonetheless. The connection.]
I suppose we find in others better company than we see in ourselves.
[His words slip over her as easily as his hand does and her whole body feels alive at the feeling of his fingers moving from her face to rest on her back. It feels like a small electric pulse is passing over every single nerve and hair along the way and she unconsciously leans a little more towards him.]
Is that your way of telling me that you find your own company boring?
[She teases, her lips lifting up into a soft, coy smile.]
[In the distant past there were dangers in the Endless dallying with mortals. Times have changed, but how much? No harm but a broken heart had come from his time with Thessaly, who is human and long-lived only through making continuous backdoor deals with lesser beings. That is not a technicality the old laws of nature would let slip by at the dawn of time, but even nature is malleable to an extent.
Which did not mean there weren't other risks, of course. For both of them.]
I find my own company… narrow.
[He takes it slow, and measured, leaning in a moment after she does. His lips touch hers, and while he knew the world would not end from it, he doesn't expect the spark of a new creation to hit as it does on the other end of the spectrum. It has been so long since he's had a connection of this nature. It's fragile and he fears breaking it. There’s a hunger to it, but one held in check, leaving the kiss gentle and lingering. He tastes her in ways beyond senses.]
[There have been many good kisses in Dawn's life but they are all dwarfed by Dream's the second his lips touch hers. His kiss is gentle and lingering, his lips soft and inviting like a human's but there is so much more, an energy that courses from him and directly through her. It's like kissing the stars, the sky, the moon, the sun, all wrapped into one. It's like kissing one of the Endless.
She utters a small sigh, her lips pulling away just enough to hover against his for a moment.]
Dream....
[It's barely a whisper and she throws aside any of her previous worries or concerns about the connection that has been building between them and presses her lips against his firmly, her one hand moving up to plunge itself into his dark hair, pulling him closer.]
[He hears his name as a soft sigh. Dream. It isn't one, though. He is always but the moment is not; it is merely what dreams are made of. Wants and fears, joys and longings. Hunger for understanding and that which is just beyond reach. A quest for connection in the single string of time as it flows. This is all of that. A moment, nothing more but never less. It is everything.
He can taste what came before. Barbecue and smoke from ashes of aches. The walls of that past lower to let in a fullness that is both bitter and bright. It is humanity in an individual form, one he has grown to long to embrace. If he is the heat and flame of blue stars in a black night, she feels like pure fire razing against his sky. Warm and hot, a life burning bright as long as the wick lasts. He is drawn to it, to her. He presses closer together, hands wrapping around her body to explore, his body shifting to feel hers against his better. He moves to kiss at her throat as well, feeling the pulse point there beating.]
[Her pulse is beating hard and fast and no doubt he can feel it galloping beneath his lips as he kisses her throat and neck, but even with him shifting closer it still feels like too far away for her liking. She wants to feel as much of him as she can and to help satisfy her craving she swings one of her long legs over his lap, shifting her weight to sit on top of him, straddling him.
The hand in his hair digs in deeper, gently pulling his face up from her neck so she can kiss him again. Her mouth opens to him, her tongue sliding across to taste him briefly, like a bee tasting nectar.]
[OOC: I first wrote “with a danger’s grace” rather than dancer and debated leaving it because both fit Dawn, LOL.]
[With a dancer’s grace Dawn settles flush against him, limbs folding against his. His hands slide from her hips to her back, one hand snaking beneath her sweater to feel her warm skin against his fingertips. They trail patterns and paths to learn her a new way.
At the tug to his hair, a pleasant pressure, he lifts his head to meet her lips once more. There's a hunger to it, an exploration of the depths that one can offer. For all that he has eons to share, it is always new and personal. He might taste of memories never yet experienced, remind of times that fill a future. It is not dreams made flesh but dreams meet flesh. A joining that lasts a moment to some but right now feels endless.]
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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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[He can remember every being who dreams but not the show his sister talked about. Sibling vibes are a universal constant. He leans back a little against the cushions, contemplating her question. His arm rests against a pillow, index finger gently rubbing against the edge's crease.]
In the beginning, oh yes. When dreams were new; when I was new. I felt everything. So much joy and grief people brought with them. It was... overwhelming, until I could properly sort it out. And honestly, dangerous for the dreamers until I did, too. I had to protect myself from being consumed, so I could protect them from it.
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[Dawn sips at her beer as Dream explains what things were like for him in the beginning, it's such a strange thing to be hearing about and she takes a moment to really digest the idea of it. Being there when everything was new.]
Hrmn. Yeah I guess that would be overwhelming very quickly, having everyone's dreams and feelings just sort of thrown at you.
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and particularly in America the items looked enormous.
[At least compared to the past.]
It was a bit, yes. I won't pretend I served my function perfectly, then or now. Though I hope overall I've done a better job at it.
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[She brushes the back of his hand with her fingers.]
No one is perfect Dream, not even the Endless. You do your job very well, and I think you're allowed to be a bit proud of that.
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[At the light tickling of her fingers against his hand, he turned it over, palms upwards, to twine fingers together with hers.]
A fair reminder. I suppose it is as easy for me to focus on what might be improved than on what is done well. Particularly when the stakes are as high as the ones in which we both deal. Thank you though, for the compliment.
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[His fingers are so elegant and when they twine through hers she smiles.]
You're very welcome.
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[He takes his time to consider the answer, because it is more layered than a casual offhand might imply.]
No, in seriousness the human connection with animal companions doesn't baffle me. Nor does the desire to read into animal behavior, ascribing to them human characteristics in joking form that barely mask a wanting for greater understanding.
I suppose what does sometimes perplex me... and it is not a characteristic ascribed solely to humanity... is self-sabotage. Maybe due to it not being limited to humanity. It is a complex concept, and perhaps worth a measure of mystery as that leaves it open to individual scrutiny rather than sweeping judgement.
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It's a very complex concept and there's a disturbing number of ways that someone can do it to themselves, mentally and physically. And I would be hard pressed to explain the reasons why people do it because there can be so many factors that go into it.
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Apologies. I didn't mean to add a heaviness to the evening.
I am also very perplexed by the socks that have individual toes on them.
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[She starts to say, her tone kind but then he mentions toe socks and she suddenly bursts out giggling. Lifting a hand up to cover her mouth.]
Sorry! What? Really?
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They don't look especially comfortable, or appealing. I fail to see what regular socks lack that they provide. It is a human invention that does indeed baffle me.
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If you think those are weird you must be extra baffled at the shoes that are like that as well.
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[He's being entirely serious that time. His light tracing of the creases in the pillow cease on one hand, as his other hand begins to gently do the same. This time instead it's his index finger gently trailing over her knuckles and fingers as he loosens it from their hold, the small movement exploratory yet soothing to him.]
All right, I suppose it's your turn. What about the Endless baffles you? Or the topic can be broadened to bafflement in general, not merely my kind.
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[The feeling of his index finger traveling over her knuckles and the fingers sends a tingle through her entire body and she's so focused on the feeling that at first she doesn't seem to realize he's asked her a question.]
Hrm? Oh! [Her cheeks go a light pink.] I don't know if I'd say that there's anything that baffles me about the Endless, especially since I'm still learning about all of you, but there's certainly a lot of things that intrigue me and make me curious.
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A very diplomatic response. Me, I find my family constantly baffling, but I suppose that is common enough. I will accept that at least I am not dull to you.
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[She says, a statement that is made even more true by the pulse of excitement that goes through her again when he reaches out to brush back her hair. His fingers grazing her cheekbones for just a moment, but even that's enough for her heart to start beating faster and her body to become hyper aware of his.]
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Right now though there is no ache of loss in his chest, but rather a growing want. His hand lingered, sliding from her face to rest upon her back. Slow and measured, prepared to pull back if she seems discomfited. To see if he feels discomfort. There are so many snares on both ends that might snag. The simple touch doesn't make him forget that, but he craves it nonetheless. The connection.]
I suppose we find in others better company than we see in ourselves.
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Is that your way of telling me that you find your own company boring?
[She teases, her lips lifting up into a soft, coy smile.]
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Which did not mean there weren't other risks, of course. For both of them.]
I find my own company… narrow.
[He takes it slow, and measured, leaning in a moment after she does. His lips touch hers, and while he knew the world would not end from it, he doesn't expect the spark of a new creation to hit as it does on the other end of the spectrum. It has been so long since he's had a connection of this nature. It's fragile and he fears breaking it. There’s a hunger to it, but one held in check, leaving the kiss gentle and lingering. He tastes her in ways beyond senses.]
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It's like kissing the stars, the sky, the moon, the sun, all wrapped into one.
It's like kissing one of the Endless.
She utters a small sigh, her lips pulling away just enough to hover against his for a moment.]
Dream....
[It's barely a whisper and she throws aside any of her previous worries or concerns about the connection that has been building between them and presses her lips against his firmly, her one hand moving up to plunge itself into his dark hair, pulling him closer.]
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He can taste what came before. Barbecue and smoke from ashes of aches. The walls of that past lower to let in a fullness that is both bitter and bright. It is humanity in an individual form, one he has grown to long to embrace. If he is the heat and flame of blue stars in a black night, she feels like pure fire razing against his sky. Warm and hot, a life burning bright as long as the wick lasts. He is drawn to it, to her. He presses closer together, hands wrapping around her body to explore, his body shifting to feel hers against his better. He moves to kiss at her throat as well, feeling the pulse point there beating.]
ooc: damn you're a good writer <3
The hand in his hair digs in deeper, gently pulling his face up from her neck so she can kiss him again. Her mouth opens to him, her tongue sliding across to taste him briefly, like a bee tasting nectar.]
You, too! <3 This is delightful.
[With a dancer’s grace Dawn settles flush against him, limbs folding against his. His hands slide from her hips to her back, one hand snaking beneath her sweater to feel her warm skin against his fingertips. They trail patterns and paths to learn her a new way.
At the tug to his hair, a pleasant pressure, he lifts his head to meet her lips once more. There's a hunger to it, an exploration of the depths that one can offer. For all that he has eons to share, it is always new and personal. He might taste of memories never yet experienced, remind of times that fill a future. It is not dreams made flesh but dreams meet flesh. A joining that lasts a moment to some but right now feels endless.]
aww shucks :)
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