Morpheus

“I’ve no use for mortal currency. But if you are finding yourself unable to sleep, unable to dream? That I may help with. One can go mad without dreams.”

Even Lucifer did not seem as conflicted about leaving all the demons behind. If I were do such a thing, I would need to know someone was here to care for them.”

As for what he himself would do, or if he could find purpose outside the Dreaming, he did not know.

“My siblings are not comparable to me. They do not have those depending on them the way I have my dreams and nightmares. I cannot abandon them. And yet, I see what Destruction did. He left and was able to create, to change his nature. >

Dream was quiet. Staring at the ground as he sat.

“I do not know.”

To both. Though she was correct, the idea was thrown around, it was always something said in passing, not something he ever really put deep thought into.
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𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱.

I find myself questioning what would happen if we left. The three of us. Forever, possibly.

“I always admired your confidence.”

Dream sat down on the bench and pulled her beside him.

“I have been considering something I wish to hear your thoughts on. It is something I’ve often struggled with but after all that has happened, >

“Absolutely, and in some cases, not by coincidence. I was fond of him, in his peculiarities.”

"I asked because it's harder," he said, noting her progress.

"You will get better."

The ice was a bit of a relief from how it was outside, though, back by her London flat and their favorite cafe.

"What does it feel like to you when you cast one of your spells? Or set protective wards?"

“That may solve many problems. Mortals, especially humans, exhaust me. I am tired.”

“My siblings seems to have an easier time than me. Then again, I believe I have the most difficult job of them, save for, perhaps, my sister, Death.”

Laughs in Ancient Language

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣

Indie Ra from Egyptian Mythology / Mythos.

God of the Sun, Pharoah's, Order, and Sky

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“I do what I can. I make the dreams. The nightmares. Most of them do not care. Do not bother to recognize or engage with what I provide them. Or forget them entirely.”

Smiles.

“Yes, of course. Forgive me. I was confused.”

Not confused enough to make his clothes change on command and kneel before here.

"It is hard to care about people when they can be so cruel to one another."

Looks at the ground.

"Can you...yell at me first? Tell me what to do? Maybe be a bit bossy about it?"

“Some of you deserve the nightmares I bestow upon you.”

Jo’s hand was held. Dream kissed it and let his ice breath fall over her.

“This time, try to focus on the shape of a rose. White. Bright. Clear. Crystal.”

“I’m glad Drina isn’t here.”

He smiled. Not quite laughing. Oh Jo…

“That is…still a crystal. Well done. Especially for your first try. Hmm. You should decorate for my sibling sometime. They would appreciate your aesthetics.”
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His mouth cracked open. He should have expected that but she liked to keep him on his toes.

“Very well. I’ve learnt a few tricks from my siblings. It’s a bit different than shaping dreams. Remember how it feels to open portals? Think of it like that, it with more of your own magic.”

“I unmade him once and I can unmake him again.”

“I can show you. The question is, would you like to form them in the Dreaming or the Waking? I think it’s time I expanded my reach. As far as creation is concerned.”

“Hooves? No. But I did see soap being cut into little cubes. I got stuck on a loop there for a while before I set it off.”

More like an hour. But what was an hour of soap cutting to an Endless.
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The biggest eyeroll

It didn’t hurt he found it hot when she also bossed him around.

“A crystal mine. That reminds me of another video I saw on your phone. The comments suggested many of those digging up crystals were faked. But I’m sure you know where the real mines are.”

“I am…coming around to the idea that some trinkets can be appealing. Perhaps humans did not have it all wrong.”

There were so many things that could set him off. Triggers, Jo explained they were called. But somehow even the stars didn’t bother him when he was around her.
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“Constaintine is mine.”

“I know. And black holes. Stars give the illusion of permanence. It’s romantic in that way.”

There were dreams and memories mashing into one. He treasured them both in equal measure.

“May I take you shopping again? We can select the crystals together?”

Steps closer. Rubbing her back.

"I do apologize. I do not wish to see you distraught. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

"An excellent suggestion. I hadn't considered the crystals. That is why I need you, Johanna."

He did indeed see the hula hooping and belly dancing but he did not judge Jo for it. If anything, it was mild compared to the dreams of hers he'd already seen.