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Morpheus (chain_of_dreams) wrote in forgotten_gods,

Being more awake than he had been in.....decades? Centuries? Only days? Who knew?.....had made Morpheus' mood increasingly worse by the moment. Everyone wanted his sisters' head....blood....her....and he knew full well she didn't care. Eris. Her sons. Her children. Only Lethe came to his side. Eris would not help.

He watched her launch herself onto the god of War and fight. Struggle. Try to kill herself. Bring more pain. Ares. Morpheus moved quickly, but paused when Eros intervened. Morpheus watched. He had little desire to cause trouble with either, but....his sister.

She was taken care of. No more pain than she'd brought on herself. Less. He waited. He saw it all. Being awake was clarity, was nothing more than what was there….and he loathed it. He wanted to go away again, to be sleeping soundly where none of this was important. Where men could be Kings if they just thought it, and didn’t have to fight and claw their way to it.

Where he wasn’t between his sister and everyone else, including herself.

Where Morpheus could do as he pleased to whomever he pleased.

He walked quietly to where Eris lay and looked down to make certain she was alright. Breathing. Unconscious. In a state where even he couldn’t touch her. Good. He then looked up at Eros, looked up to see Ares leaving.

“I am taking her.”