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Morpheus (chain_of_dreams) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-06-09 22:15:00

Entry tags:

fantasy, morpheus

Who: Morpheus and OPEN
What: Browsing a bookstore
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: A small bookstore in some corner of the city

Opening his eyes, he realized he had a book in his hand, but whether it had been there for awhile or he’d just picked it up, he had no idea. He looked down at the pages it was opened to, but quickly lost interest in the words. He was fascinated by the sand beneath his feet: soft, warm, and inviting. Had it been there the whole time? It was smooth and unmarked, though he was pretty certain he’d walked across it. Of course, that didn't prove anything. He also couldn't be sure he'd walked across it at all.

Morpheus crouched down to pick up a handful, and blinked when his fingertips touched solid floor. Was it the sand or the floor that wasn’t really there? Maybe neither. He supposed it didn’t matter.

From his place on the floor, Morpheus looked around, intrigued by the towering shelves overhead. Little spills of colour or sound or feeling spilled from each book, cascading over the shelves to disappear into the air before they reached him. Books, books, so many of them……..holding pieces of dreams. His were probably here. His own words. Unless they were all somewhere else……he didn’t mind, either way. His books were either somewhere or nowhere, all the same to him.

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fictionalcuties
2009-06-09 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Fantasy knew half of the store by heart, of course, but that made no difference to her. There was something about the smell of the books, about the feel of their pages fluttering against her fingers. This was her particular favourite amongst the stores, though she had little idea why.

Perhaps it was that the owners were kindly folks, perhaps the small-town era of it in a sea of big city dreams...perhaps it was simply a whim. Either way, she made her way through the aisles now with a deep sense that somebody -different- was there today, somebody she'd not yet met, but who somehow seemed deeply familiar to her.

The form he took surprised her, as something about him made her recognize him at once for what he was-- a god of dreams, though more than that she could not tell.

"Are they any good?" She asked of the books he now held in his hands, "And can you really read them all at once?"

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chain_of_dreams
2009-06-09 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Morpheus wondered if the questions he heard were directed at him. He thought they might be. He looked up at the woman, tilted his head and watched fairies flit about behind her before remembering he could probably answer her. He set the books down on the floor, leaving them to fall open as they would. “I can’t tell you if you’d think they would be good. Words are like that.” He ran his fingers along the pages, lightly skimming the type.

“I don’t think I was reading them. I didn’t know I was here. I woke up, I think. I might have read some, though seeing them and being in them is more. I know most of them like that. Feelings and visions.” Morpheus looked down for a moment, then back at the bookshelves. There were only books there now. He supposed that meant she couldn’t have seen more…….nothing was there. For now.

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fictionalcuties
2009-06-10 09:50 am UTC (link)

Sleepwalking? Well, she supposed that made sense for a god of dreams. After all, he probably spent a good deal of his life asleep, no?

"I have a similar relationship with some of the books," she motioned towards the particular section that carried her work, "Though I try to separate my 'self' that is here with my 'self' that is there."

Yes. As though that made any sense. Ah well, she wasn't here to explain the nature of being a goddess to him. He probably didn't care anyways.

"I'm Fiona," she said, kneeling down next to him, "Or Fantasy, if you like."

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chain_of_dreams
2009-06-10 06:54 pm UTC (link)

He considered what she’d said, different selves. Then she introduced herself, and it became even clearer. Fantasy. So many dreams from that, so many dreams into it. Was that why she knelt here, spoke to him? Morpheus was used to people moving past him, leaving him to his own separate version of the world. He didn’t mind. He watched their dreams move past and remembered them, watched the bits and pieces swirl and combine in this world.

“Fantasy. Fiona. Both just names. Both will do. Two selves…..but both are you. You wish to separate from yourself?” He tilted his head slightly and observed her for a moment. He did his best to ignore the faint sounds of battle coming to him from somewhere in the store, as she did. It was likely they would pass. “I am Morpheus.”

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fictionalcuties
2009-06-10 06:57 pm UTC (link)

"It's not that," she said, "It is simply that in order to walk amongst the mortals, I must separate my self in here," she patted her chest, "From my self out there," she motioned around her, "Otherwise it is too difficult to function."

Morpheus, huh? Well, that did explain a lot. Though, most of what she knew of him she drew from pop culture and not from actual fact. She'd have to do some reading on him when she left here.

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chain_of_dreams
2009-06-10 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Functioning…..he had the impression that was very subjective. He could force himself into coherency if he really tried…….but then he became much more of who he was awake. In that light, he could understand what she meant. The difference being his waking self wasn’t meant to exist for any more than the smallest stretches of time. She was meant to be her, surely. He thought so.

“Difficult for you? To know what is? Or them. Their perceptions. What they don’t. Do you get lost?” maybe she did, or could, if she didn’t try. He woke up where he was, he moved from one place to another without seeing it. He was the only one. He thought.

((Bless you for putting up with him unprepared! XD ))

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fictionalcuties
2009-06-10 07:33 pm UTC (link)

Fantasy was pretty sure she had no idea what he was talking about, but...well, she could guess anyhow.

"It's difficult for me. To fit in, I mean. Unless I separate my human self from my...other self." she wasn't quite prepared to be explicit about her nature in a bookshop where other prying ears might hear, but certainly she wanted to be sure he understood her. The rest of his question, or comment, she couldn't make heads or tails of, so she let it drop.

"You don't have trouble fitting in amongst the mortals?"

((XD he's fantastic, though!))

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chain_of_dreams
2009-06-11 08:13 pm UTC (link)

“When they dream, I am there. I am needed. Here, it doesn’t matter. Everyone has a place to fit, a place that is necessary. Inside, there is nothing to misunderstand. Outlets. Visions.” Morpheus’ eyes drifted to a book nearby that had suddenly let out a burst of glittering arcane symbols, and he watched as they poured out.

“I do not try. I don’t want to. I do not wish to wake, I do not need to take this place as everyone seems to.” He pulled his eyes away from the book and back to her. “You are not like them. Separate, already. A part of them. Why not just be?”

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	fictionalcuties 2009-06-15 03:03 pm UTC (link)
	Now she was even more sure she'd lost track of the conversation. "Um. I am? I both exist as part of them and separate from them. This is the form that I take separate from them, the form they give me. I make do with what I'm given, that's all." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

chain_of_dreams
2009-06-23 02:13 pm UTC (link)

“If that’s true, then why try? You have all they made you into, and if you are a part, then you must fit as you are. Then….you are not them, and so you can’t possibly be as them. Time is too long and teaches too many lessons to those who wake. Meaningless, but here, can you escape it?” He shook his head. It never seemed as though anyone could. With all its constraints and laws, waking made less sense than sleeping.

“Do you prefer their company?”

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