| Feeling bad looks good (dysnomia) |
[13 Apr 2008|10:51pm] |
She had called to him, out of the ether. Dysnomia rarely did that. It made it very difficult to ignore her. Especially walking out of a family meeting that spun his entire world in the opposite direction of how it was supposed to spin.
The call was disturbing. It was simple: Morpheus, King of Dreams, ruler of the Oneiroi, Weaver of... yadda yadda yadda, I summon you. So, I was dead. This calls for many drinks. We need to make sure I haven't lost my tolerance. Do you know how much of a bitch it is to start all over again? Oh. And bring your jukebox money.
( She'd died? )
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