It is the least I deserved for my folly. The other lives lost due to my actions tell me that much. ... that I hurt you tells me as much.
[It pains him to see her like this. Not that she's displaying emotion, although she's much better at that than he is. It's rather knowing that he's the cause of it that makes him ache where a heart might have been. If anyone else had made Death cry, would he not be out for their blood, too? He doesn't consider himself an exception. He holds her tighter, more tightly than he would most, for a long moment.
There's a moment's pause, then he offers quietly.]
Would you care to sit? I've been standing quite awhile myself.
I'm hurt because you, you— [ her third sniffle. Then she looks up at his him. Her mascara's ruined, and she can feel it going down her cheeks, mixed with her tears. ] You're so you.
[ +4 sniffs. She lets him go, taking a bright blue handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wiping her face with it. She wheezes out a small, quiet giggle when the handkerchief is mostly stained black. ] I ruined my makeup.
[ She folds the handkerchief and puts it back into a pocket in her jacket. ]
Yeah, sitting... would be nice. I've been on my feet the whole day.
[Reaching down with his fingers, Dream gently tries to help brush away the mascara. It only ends up smudged on his fingers and more so on her face. A touch sheepishly he says] I suppose you can tell I never helped anyone with their makeup.
It's been awhile since I've seen you without any makeup, anyway.
[There is nothing in his gallery save for small pyres of fire and the sigils along the walls. Dream waves his hand and the dream he is working on disappears, and is replaced with a modern sofa long enough for them to sit comfortably upon. There are pillows tucked into the corners. All in black, of course. He gestures for Death to sit and he sits beside her, his posture still.]
I know I made a mistake with that vortex. I perhaps course corrected too much with Rose, though thankfully, that did not end as poorly.
[ the laugh that bubbles out from her is fond and fleeting. ]
Nah, you'd probably smudge it on the first try. [ The image of her little brother sitting down with her trying to do her makeup is silly and a touch sad. ]
... Mm, sometimes I go out with makeup on and sometimes I don't. [ she flops on the conjured sofa and reaches down to take off her boots. ] That's what Unity told me. I'm glad it happened rather peacefully.
[ boots off, she brings up her legs to the sofa and hugs them. ]
Still. You aren't catching a break, aren't you, little brother?
Yes, Unity. She didn't care for me very much, I can only imagine the colorful depiction she painted for you of what transpired.
[After a beat, Dream reaches down and slides off his shoes and socks. Barefoot is often how he goes about his castle, anyway. It's habit to look more put together for outsiders, but Death isn't really an outsider, is she? He folds one long leg under him and turns so he can face her better, tucking one pillow onto his lap. Fingers lightly play with the pillow's seam, a perfectly straight line with nary a hole in sight.]
When do we ever take a break, sister? It is always all or nothing.
There's a play called La Morte in Vacanza by Alberto Casella. Death Takes a Holiday. Can you imagine?
That hurt, didn't it? It's fine. You know it's not bad.
[ She settles more into the couch, no longer hugging her legs. ]
So, I don't know if I ever told you this. I probably haven't. Anyway, every century, I'm human.
[ And she hears how that sounds and she snorts, waves a hand as if waving something away. ] Mortal. Once every century, I'm mortal for a day. I was in New York, went out for a walk, and heard a guy yell from a dump site because a fridge fell on him. That was Sexton.
[It might be a skewed definition of fine in his mind, but he stubbornly adheres to thinking he always fits it no matter what. He still exists after all, surely that is the same thing.]
I had some awareness of a different aspect of yourself turning up now and then in parts it should not have been, but not the details as to why. [Now it made some sense, if she came to collect herself once a century.]
Is this part of your quest to understand the beings that you come to collect?
You say that. [ Like, an unhealthy amount. She pokes his knee again, a little bit rougher, to make—heh—a point. ] It's alright to say you're not okay, did you know?
[ The humans even made a show around the very idea. She was charmed by it. ]
Well, yeah. And, remember a long time ago, even before this world, somebody really told me I was a bitch? She dared me to see what it was like, be mortal for a day, and picking myself up after all that.
[ It was revelatory, and well, it helped. And it continues to do so. She reckons she'll do this until it's Closing Time for the universe. She's fair (maybe 99% of the time, and the other 1% was for the brief times she couldn't even comprehend the certain viciousness and cruelty that a great many sentient beings carried within them until she comes to them at the end of their lives) after all. ]
Got into a spot of trouble, though. Mad Hettie pulled Sexton and I through, though.
The last time I said I wasn't, you threw a loaf of bread at me. [Ever the younger sibling, at this second poke he frowns a little and rubs his knee where she's touched it.]
Is that why you've turned a blind eye to Mad Hettie? Because she helped you out?
[There's a moment's pause then, before he cautiously asks another question.]
There are those outside Mad Hettie and Hob who have evaded your realm, through your permission and otherwise. What makes you decide which ones to leave be and which ones to gather regardless?
Because you're an idiot. [ Fondly. Very fondly. In fact, she pats the knee she poked with as much gentleness as she musters. ] Because sometimes you can be so stubborn and proud that you shut us away. I know everyone else are bad at showing or saying they care about you, about each of us, but we do.
[ Not their parents though. She's made her peace with that, that their parents are just too distant and too eldritch and inhuman to even remotely care about anyone else but themselves and each other. So, all seven siblings have each other, in various ways. Destiny is sometimes too much like their Father, exactly his function and purpose, and second to Dream in enacting his responsibilities. But Destiny cares, in his own ways. Destruction cares, and she understands why he left. He cares too much and then he packed his gallery, his sigil, and any of his things. The twins care, in their own little ways (even if Desire can be rather callous and cruel; Despair, awful and depressing). And Delirium cares, but Delirium is herself, and sometimes she's there, sometimes she's not.
Anyway! ]
Oh, no. Mad Hettie... I suppose, she asked. As a favor. [ she shrugs. The old lady in the 18th century telling her that Death ain't some bonny young lass, dressed entirely in black. ] Hob Gadling, you already know about that. Um, who else. You remember Madame Xanadu? Or well, that's what she goes by nowadays. She read her cards. The final one she pulled was really funny. Figured she could go on for a little bit longer, but I said, "You're not going to be as young as you used to look." [ Another shrug. ] She seemed to be fine with that, and you know us, we got all the time.
[ But has she answered his question... ]
You know, I think it's because I'm a little too nice. Maybe.
Long's good! Forgive the short back, I've been super sick
I would not risk my family's welfare to clean up my own mistakes. [Hypocritical, yes, because he's willing to help them in turn to a point if they ask. Still, he can't help but not want them to go through what he has, nor be put in danger for the mistakes he's made since.]
You are very nice. Nicer than I am, at least. [A small beat.] No. Those individuals aren't who I meant, but no matter.
omg noo please take lots of rest and get well soon! ;w;
[ She rolls her eyes but also she knew he'd say that. ]
I can't speak for everyone but I know I would get you help. [ She knows Mad Hettie and dear ol' Henrietta knows people. ] And I could have, if you had called me. [ She reckons Destiny could have made the smallest of changes, like a drop of water hitting the binding circle. Small, insignificant changes to the eyes of many, but big enough for a chance. ]
But, it's happened. [ She sort of deflates onto the pillows behind her. ] A lot of things have happened and everyone's made their choices.
[ She swats a stray lock of hair getting into her eye. ] You're nice, too, though you'll disagree with that. [ She lifts her head from the pillows. ] Who do you mean? Have you ran into Charles Rowland?
Everyone has, yes. I suppose we shall see where those choices take us.
No, I have not run into Charles outside of his dreams. [Ghosts don't sleep per say, but just like the damned in hell the dream in their own way of something better. Ghosts of that nature aren't Dream's concern, outside of servicing those dreams. The only ghost of late that caused problems for him was Hector Hall, given what happened with Lyta in the Dreaming.]
I knew someone. A witch. She's lived for centuries on time borrowed through magic and backdoor deals.
it's been constantly raining for me but i have been well! <3
[ You get a bit of a side-eye from her, little brother. Something inside her feels like he has been planning something for the longest time. Oh well. ]
Oh, that's a... well, I wouldn't call it a relief. But at least Charles and Edwin are still playing detectives.
[ A witch. Borrowed time and backdoor deals. She knows this person. ]
The Thessalian. Yeah, I've heard of her. [ And some of her good humor slips. Death doesn't like how the witch does things. Sure, she's smart and resourceful and while not entirely manipulative (Wanda didn't know her long but she had been decent, and she did help with Barbie's situation), she has done so much throughout her entire life that does not vibe with her.
And because the damned Ladies seem to let do whatever. ] No, she never asked me, at least, not politely. More like demanded and I said no, so she found someone else.
[ In retrospect, Mad Hettie had been much nicer. A wee bit informal, considering her background, but was still nice. ]
They have not gone quietly into that good night, no. Their stories carry on, and hopefully, some healing in the process for what they have endured.
[Dream's reserved expression grimaces a little in discomfort at seeing Death's demeanor change at the mention of Thessaly. Not that he's surprised. Thessaly's methods of extending her life involved dark magic and deals with dangerous beings. Her cold practicality and survival instincts superseded the boundaries that most people would put in place. They definitely were outside the boundaries of nature that Death followed. He understood Death's reaction.
That didn't mean it wasn't a bit awkward. Thessaly was also an ex-girlfriend of his.]
Yes. Well. [There was a beat of silence.] It sounds like you simply avoid her, then?
[ Not that she has any but the Thessalian is the Thessalian, the last of her kind. Wanda told her of one facet, a modern one. Doesn't mean the Thessalian is off the hook, though. She's murdered her way through immortality and she's ferried those poor, sorry souls.
And they had nothing good to say about the Thessalian. ]
Not quite. I'm there every time she does another animal sacrifice, y'know. Or kills a man then uses her magic to bring said man's shade to what's left of the man's face, nailed to a wall. [ She remembers this because Wanda had a lot of stories but That had been fucking wild, girl. Thessaly just ripped George's face off! ] I'm unavoidable. Sooner or later, she'll have her own happy ever after, or whatever passes for one, for someone like her.
[ Why is he asking this though— Wait. ]
You didn't... make a deal with her or anything, have you?
[The words are even but firm, they're certain as if he knows. Which, of course, he does know. He's talked to her about it, as much as he and Thessaly ever dived into personal topics. He feels he knows her enough though to know that is true. She might not have been pleased that Death didn't give her immortality, but Thessaly chose sparingly whom she placed under the hate column. She isn't one to let her emotions run away from what serves her best.]
A deal? [That earns the faintest quirk upright on the side of his mouth.] No, sister. I don't make deals of that nature. I've already Hob for that, thanks to you, let's keep in mind.
She and I were... acquaintances, for a time. I suppose I was curious whether you were trying to make that reunion sooner rather than later.
[ He dated the Thessalian. He DATES the THESSALIAN. She's literally not his type. Like, not at all. And Death's known a good number of his past loves.
She hits him with the pillow in his hand. ]
Were you mad? Her? She's not even your type though she kind of passes in the looks department...
[ The Thessalian was definitely pretty in a mousy witch kind of way. But she was also the last of their sort of witches. Death doesn't really have a problem with a lot of witches until they start being rude, and her first impression of the Thessalian was exactly that. ]
I can't believe you dated her!
[ half-heartedly smacking Dream's legs with the pillow in her hand. It doesn't hurt and there's really not a lot of force in it, but it's the thought that counts. ]
[He probably should have anticipated the pillow attack, yet he didn't. The first time at least startles him, the soft fabric hitting him square in the face. He at least makes a half-hearted attempt at blocking her second strike.]
It isn't as if she's a demon. She's quite intelligent, you know. Driven. Passionate about knowledge and learning. [There's a part of him that had rather liked sharing what knowledge he could with her. Although, admittedly, he does know that she enjoyed the knowledge gain as much as, if not more, than his actual company. Still. He didn't think her entirely heartless, even if they had drifted apart once the ember of initial romance cooled.]
[ And she gets one final swat at him. She takes another pillow and hugs it, but she's facing him now. ]
I just told you that she and I do not, as what kids these days say, vibe. The people and beings she's killed have told me as much. She was rude the first time she demanded immortality. And maybe I don't like how she was kinda mean to Wanda. Or that she called the moon down and caused an awful storm in New York.
[ Bad magic, she remembers Maisie telling her. Bad stuff, missy. She sighs. Dream, what are you? Stuck in the Regency era? ]
That's not the point. I just hope you had the presence of mind that absolutely no one sleeping when you two were together saw anything they shouldn't have.
[ Remember more than 10,000 years ago and you and Nada did the horizontal tango and made it everyone's business? ]
I didn't know she was rude to you. Thess can be... direct. I found it refreshing, for a time. She's also helped people from time to time, you know.
[His hands drop the pillow he's pulling back to himself to cover his face in mortification at her last words. Thanks ever so much for reminding him of that, dear sister. He was much younger and had less control back then!]
How did you even know about - nevermind. I most assuredly am not having that conversation. [If he somehow gave his sister sex dreams he's going to kill himself now and walk himself to the Sunless Lands. Or oh gods, did someone die having sex dreams and talk to her about it?]
Thess... aly and I are over, anyway. It doesn't matter.
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[It pains him to see her like this. Not that she's displaying emotion, although she's much better at that than he is. It's rather knowing that he's the cause of it that makes him ache where a heart might have been. If anyone else had made Death cry, would he not be out for their blood, too? He doesn't consider himself an exception. He holds her tighter, more tightly than he would most, for a long moment.
There's a moment's pause, then he offers quietly.]
Would you care to sit? I've been standing quite awhile myself.
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[ +4 sniffs. She lets him go, taking a bright blue handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wiping her face with it. She wheezes out a small, quiet giggle when the handkerchief is mostly stained black. ] I ruined my makeup.
[ She folds the handkerchief and puts it back into a pocket in her jacket. ]
Yeah, sitting... would be nice. I've been on my feet the whole day.
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It's been awhile since I've seen you without any makeup, anyway.
[There is nothing in his gallery save for small pyres of fire and the sigils along the walls. Dream waves his hand and the dream he is working on disappears, and is replaced with a modern sofa long enough for them to sit comfortably upon. There are pillows tucked into the corners. All in black, of course. He gestures for Death to sit and he sits beside her, his posture still.]
I know I made a mistake with that vortex. I perhaps course corrected too much with Rose, though thankfully, that did not end as poorly.
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Nah, you'd probably smudge it on the first try. [ The image of her little brother sitting down with her trying to do her makeup is silly and a touch sad. ]
... Mm, sometimes I go out with makeup on and sometimes I don't. [ she flops on the conjured sofa and reaches down to take off her boots. ] That's what Unity told me. I'm glad it happened rather peacefully.
[ boots off, she brings up her legs to the sofa and hugs them. ]
Still. You aren't catching a break, aren't you, little brother?
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[After a beat, Dream reaches down and slides off his shoes and socks. Barefoot is often how he goes about his castle, anyway. It's habit to look more put together for outsiders, but Death isn't really an outsider, is she? He folds one long leg under him and turns so he can face her better, tucking one pillow onto his lap. Fingers lightly play with the pillow's seam, a perfectly straight line with nary a hole in sight.]
When do we ever take a break, sister? It is always all or nothing.
There's a play called La Morte in Vacanza by Alberto Casella. Death Takes a Holiday. Can you imagine?
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[ She says that with fondness. Because she agrees and she's not biased at all.
At the mention of the play title, the smile on her face grows a little bigger. ]
Funny you mention that, because I kinda do.
[ Once, every century, just like how her brother and Hob Gadling meet. ]
That was how I met Hazel and Sexton.
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[Not that he cares about being called a ditz by a mortal. Except maybe it smarts a little.]
Oh?
[He raises a curious eyebrow at her admittance.]
It sounds as though there are more details to this story to share, then.
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That hurt, didn't it? It's fine. You know it's not bad.
[ She settles more into the couch, no longer hugging her legs. ]
So, I don't know if I ever told you this. I probably haven't. Anyway, every century, I'm human.
[ And she hears how that sounds and she snorts, waves a hand as if waving something away. ] Mortal. Once every century, I'm mortal for a day. I was in New York, went out for a walk, and heard a guy yell from a dump site because a fridge fell on him. That was Sexton.
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[It might be a skewed definition of fine in his mind, but he stubbornly adheres to thinking he always fits it no matter what. He still exists after all, surely that is the same thing.]
I had some awareness of a different aspect of yourself turning up now and then in parts it should not have been, but not the details as to why. [Now it made some sense, if she came to collect herself once a century.]
Is this part of your quest to understand the beings that you come to collect?
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[ The humans even made a show around the very idea. She was charmed by it. ]
Well, yeah. And, remember a long time ago, even before this world, somebody really told me I was a bitch? She dared me to see what it was like, be mortal for a day, and picking myself up after all that.
[ It was revelatory, and well, it helped. And it continues to do so. She reckons she'll do this until it's Closing Time for the universe. She's fair (maybe 99% of the time, and the other 1% was for the brief times she couldn't even comprehend the certain viciousness and cruelty that a great many sentient beings carried within them until she comes to them at the end of their lives) after all. ]
Got into a spot of trouble, though. Mad Hettie pulled Sexton and I through, though.
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Is that why you've turned a blind eye to Mad Hettie? Because she helped you out?
[There's a moment's pause then, before he cautiously asks another question.]
There are those outside Mad Hettie and Hob who have evaded your realm, through your permission and otherwise. What makes you decide which ones to leave be and which ones to gather regardless?
omg i feel like this is so long T_T
[ Not their parents though. She's made her peace with that, that their parents are just too distant and too eldritch and inhuman to even remotely care about anyone else but themselves and each other. So, all seven siblings have each other, in various ways. Destiny is sometimes too much like their Father, exactly his function and purpose, and second to Dream in enacting his responsibilities. But Destiny cares, in his own ways. Destruction cares, and she understands why he left. He cares too much and then he packed his gallery, his sigil, and any of his things. The twins care, in their own little ways (even if Desire can be rather callous and cruel; Despair, awful and depressing). And Delirium cares, but Delirium is herself, and sometimes she's there, sometimes she's not.
Anyway! ]
Oh, no. Mad Hettie... I suppose, she asked. As a favor. [ she shrugs. The old lady in the 18th century telling her that Death ain't some bonny young lass, dressed entirely in black. ] Hob Gadling, you already know about that. Um, who else. You remember Madame Xanadu? Or well, that's what she goes by nowadays. She read her cards. The final one she pulled was really funny. Figured she could go on for a little bit longer, but I said, "You're not going to be as young as you used to look." [ Another shrug. ] She seemed to be fine with that, and you know us, we got all the time.
[ But has she answered his question... ]
You know, I think it's because I'm a little too nice. Maybe.
Long's good! Forgive the short back, I've been super sick
You are very nice. Nicer than I am, at least. [A small beat.] No. Those individuals aren't who I meant, but no matter.
omg noo please take lots of rest and get well soon! ;w;
I can't speak for everyone but I know I would get you help. [ She knows Mad Hettie and dear ol' Henrietta knows people. ] And I could have, if you had called me. [ She reckons Destiny could have made the smallest of changes, like a drop of water hitting the binding circle. Small, insignificant changes to the eyes of many, but big enough for a chance. ]
But, it's happened. [ She sort of deflates onto the pillows behind her. ] A lot of things have happened and everyone's made their choices.
[ She swats a stray lock of hair getting into her eye. ] You're nice, too, though you'll disagree with that. [ She lifts her head from the pillows. ] Who do you mean? Have you ran into Charles Rowland?
TY, hope things are okay on your end. <3
No, I have not run into Charles outside of his dreams. [Ghosts don't sleep per say, but just like the damned in hell the dream in their own way of something better. Ghosts of that nature aren't Dream's concern, outside of servicing those dreams. The only ghost of late that caused problems for him was Hector Hall, given what happened with Lyta in the Dreaming.]
I knew someone. A witch. She's lived for centuries on time borrowed through magic and backdoor deals.
it's been constantly raining for me but i have been well! <3
Oh, that's a... well, I wouldn't call it a relief. But at least Charles and Edwin are still playing detectives.
[ A witch. Borrowed time and backdoor deals. She knows this person. ]
The Thessalian. Yeah, I've heard of her. [ And some of her good humor slips. Death doesn't like how the witch does things. Sure, she's smart and resourceful and while not entirely manipulative (Wanda didn't know her long but she had been decent, and she did help with Barbie's situation), she has done so much throughout her entire life that does not vibe with her.
And because the damned Ladies seem to let do whatever. ] No, she never asked me, at least, not politely. More like demanded and I said no, so she found someone else.
[ In retrospect, Mad Hettie had been much nicer. A wee bit informal, considering her background, but was still nice. ]
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[Dream's reserved expression grimaces a little in discomfort at seeing Death's demeanor change at the mention of Thessaly. Not that he's surprised. Thessaly's methods of extending her life involved dark magic and deals with dangerous beings. Her cold practicality and survival instincts superseded the boundaries that most people would put in place. They definitely were outside the boundaries of nature that Death followed. He understood Death's reaction.
That didn't mean it wasn't a bit awkward. Thessaly was also an ex-girlfriend of his.]
Yes. Well. [There was a beat of silence.] It sounds like you simply avoid her, then?
[That seems the most ideal outcome.]
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[ Not that she has any but the Thessalian is the Thessalian, the last of her kind. Wanda told her of one facet, a modern one. Doesn't mean the Thessalian is off the hook, though. She's murdered her way through immortality and she's ferried those poor, sorry souls.
And they had nothing good to say about the Thessalian. ]
Not quite. I'm there every time she does another animal sacrifice, y'know. Or kills a man then uses her magic to bring said man's shade to what's left of the man's face, nailed to a wall. [ She remembers this because Wanda had a lot of stories but That had been fucking wild, girl. Thessaly just ripped George's face off! ] I'm unavoidable. Sooner or later, she'll have her own happy ever after, or whatever passes for one, for someone like her.
[ Why is he asking this though— Wait. ]
You didn't... make a deal with her or anything, have you?
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[The words are even but firm, they're certain as if he knows. Which, of course, he does know. He's talked to her about it, as much as he and Thessaly ever dived into personal topics. He feels he knows her enough though to know that is true. She might not have been pleased that Death didn't give her immortality, but Thessaly chose sparingly whom she placed under the hate column. She isn't one to let her emotions run away from what serves her best.]
A deal? [That earns the faintest quirk upright on the side of his mouth.] No, sister. I don't make deals of that nature. I've already Hob for that, thanks to you, let's keep in mind.
She and I were... acquaintances, for a time. I suppose I was curious whether you were trying to make that reunion sooner rather than later.
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Dream. Did you date the Thessalian?
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Though we have parted ways since.
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She hits him with the pillow in his hand. ]
Were you mad? Her? She's not even your type though she kind of passes in the looks department...
[ The Thessalian was definitely pretty in a mousy witch kind of way. But she was also the last of their sort of witches. Death doesn't really have a problem with a lot of witches until they start being rude, and her first impression of the Thessalian was exactly that. ]
I can't believe you dated her!
[ half-heartedly smacking Dream's legs with the pillow in her hand. It doesn't hurt and there's really not a lot of force in it, but it's the thought that counts. ]
LOL
It isn't as if she's a demon. She's quite intelligent, you know. Driven. Passionate about knowledge and learning. [There's a part of him that had rather liked sharing what knowledge he could with her. Although, admittedly, he does know that she enjoyed the knowledge gain as much as, if not more, than his actual company. Still. He didn't think her entirely heartless, even if they had drifted apart once the ember of initial romance cooled.]
We didn't marry.
GAKSHSK SORRY DREAM
[ And she gets one final swat at him. She takes another pillow and hugs it, but she's facing him now. ]
I just told you that she and I do not, as what kids these days say, vibe. The people and beings she's killed have told me as much. She was rude the first time she demanded immortality. And maybe I don't like how she was kinda mean to Wanda. Or that she called the moon down and caused an awful storm in New York.
[ Bad magic, she remembers Maisie telling her. Bad stuff, missy. She sighs. Dream, what are you? Stuck in the Regency era? ]
That's not the point. I just hope you had the presence of mind that absolutely no one sleeping when you two were together saw anything they shouldn't have.
[ Remember more than 10,000 years ago and you and Nada did the horizontal tango and made it everyone's business? ]
He can never look her in the eye again, LOL
[His hands drop the pillow he's pulling back to himself to cover his face in mortification at her last words. Thanks ever so much for reminding him of that, dear sister. He was much younger and had less control back then!]
How did you even know about - nevermind. I most assuredly am not having that conversation. [If he somehow gave his sister sex dreams he's going to kill himself now and walk himself to the Sunless Lands. Or oh gods, did someone die having sex dreams and talk to her about it?]
Thess... aly and I are over, anyway. It doesn't matter.
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ETA: Sorry, talking about his sex life makes him grumpy, LOL
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