[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.
[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.
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.]
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.]
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.
Right, you, an eternal being that is just too tired to manage the stairs.
[She can tell he is trying to not look too entertained by her silliness. She has a certain joyful jaunt in the way she makes her way over to his spot on the stairs, offering both hands to help him up.]
Oh, I can require rest, though it's not sleep as you know it.
[It takes a concerted effort or emotionally trying situation but he can become exhausted and weakened, he can even pass out, but when he rests he doesn't enter slumber and the Dreaming, given he's literally the embodiment of it already.
As he shares the little tidbit about himself he wraps his arms around her to hold her near him, gently kissing at her neck.]
Would you rather be sitting on the throne you've complained about?
[He rises, lifting her up in his arms as he does so, to carry her towards the left wing of his castle. The room is large and ornate, with blackwood and ivory furniture and silk drapery. Nightflowers bloom near the window, crawling up and around the crevices, the only real color. He has candles on the bedside table, and a tapestry over his bed that holds moving galaxies in monochromatic colors. On the bedside table as well are, of course, some books.
He sets her down on his bed, featherlight cushions that smell of sand and time, settling himself next to her.]
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Date: 2023-10-31 11:31 am (UTC)[Despite the grumbling, Dream does care for Matthew very much.]
Would you think any throne looked comfortable?
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Date: 2023-10-31 11:53 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-11-04 11:36 am (UTC)You don't think the stone is more regal? I always did like the designs on it.
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Date: 2023-11-04 12:02 pm (UTC)It's intimidating, but doesn't look comfy.
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Date: 2023-11-04 12:50 pm (UTC)I suppose I have never truly prioritized comfort, save for when guests are staying over and require quarters.
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Date: 2023-11-04 01:19 pm (UTC)I've never asked, do you have actual quarters? Or do you just have anything you want when you want it?
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Date: 2023-11-04 01:24 pm (UTC)[Black, white, and grayscale. He's got A Theme and he embraces it.]
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Date: 2023-11-04 01:39 pm (UTC)[She isn't saying no, she's just giving him a sly little smile]
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Date: 2023-11-04 01:59 pm (UTC)[The Dream King offers back a slight but present smirk of his own.]
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Date: 2023-11-04 03:26 pm (UTC)[Still she smirks right back with a little nod.]
I'd like to see.
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Date: 2023-11-04 04:22 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2023-11-04 06:18 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2023-11-04 07:43 pm (UTC)[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!]
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Date: 2023-11-04 07:50 pm (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2023-11-04 09:38 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-11-04 09:46 pm (UTC)[She can tell he is trying to not look too entertained by her silliness. She has a certain joyful jaunt in the way she makes her way over to his spot on the stairs, offering both hands to help him up.]
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Date: 2023-11-04 10:07 pm (UTC)[He reaches up as though to let her help him up, but instead tries to pull her down onto his lap on the stairs.]
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Date: 2023-11-04 10:11 pm (UTC)[She does end up in his lap, laughing the whole while. It is not the most graceful move she's ever done.]
Too tired to move even.
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Date: 2023-11-04 10:39 pm (UTC)[It takes a concerted effort or emotionally trying situation but he can become exhausted and weakened, he can even pass out, but when he rests he doesn't enter slumber and the Dreaming, given he's literally the embodiment of it already.
As he shares the little tidbit about himself he wraps his arms around her to hold her near him, gently kissing at her neck.]
Would you rather be sitting on the throne you've complained about?
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Date: 2023-11-04 10:57 pm (UTC)[She had never considered as much but it makes sense. But then he's kissing her neck and she isn't thinking about sleeping at all.]
You're practically a throne in this realm anyway. Sitting on you is just as good.
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Date: 2023-11-05 02:29 pm (UTC)[He doesn't mind being a distraction for her.]
I have been informed that I normally appear quite tall.
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Date: 2023-11-05 04:47 pm (UTC)[She sighs at his ministrations.]
Where is this bedroom you mentioned?
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Date: 2023-11-05 07:33 pm (UTC)He sets her down on his bed, featherlight cushions that smell of sand and time, settling himself next to her.]
Better than the throne room?
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Date: 2023-11-05 07:48 pm (UTC)The room is beautiful, it's far more comfortable than one might imagine given the general look of the castle.]
It's beautiful. You do seem to have a personal vendetta against color though.
[But she flops back to lay on the bed, watching the shifting galaxies above her. It is magical.]
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Date: 2023-11-05 09:25 pm (UTC)The fall leaves at Fiddler's Green are pleasant.
[Then again, Fiddler's Green is a favorite of his, and he does play favorites.
He props himself up on his elbow to watch her watch the moving draperies.]
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