Morpheus (he_never_dreams) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-10-05 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, morpheus |
insomaniacs (cas)
The not sleeping was more difficult now that he was in a confined space.
Whether it was New Orleans or London, or even the Underworld, Morpheus was used to a whopping amount of freedom while the world slept. He'd either go out on the town and weave dreams by remote control or he'd sit in one of his apartments and throw himself into his work for hours. But either way, he wasn't the kind to be very still.
In New Orleans, he could often be found wandering the Garden District and the French Quarter, if he wasn't in his apartment. In London, it was a walk along the Thames that he preferred. Back and forth until he decided to let go of the details himself and either entrust them to his brothers or put it all on autopilot.
The ship made him keenly aware of how not-human he was, when his humanity was something Morpheus was usually most proud of.
So tonight, when the rest of the captives on the ship slept, Dream was awake. He was in their dreams if they were interesting or he felt he wouldn't anger them (he didn't know them well enough yet to ignore protests and just have fun at their expense), but it was just so goddamn quiet.
And he paced the halls.