π£ππΎπΊπ [π«πππ½ π¬πππππΎππ] (thelordofdreams) wrote in madisonvalley,
Dream and Lisbeth
Even though he looked human, Dream lacked human manners and in a crowd, he still could stand out easily. Not that it ever mattered to him. Dream didn't spend much time in the human realm. He always preferred the Dreaming.
He didn't tend to actively embrace this awkwardness or anti-socialism. It merely just happened. Given he was an Endless, he didn't much care what humans thought of him anyway.
"I am." Dream kept his answer vague. In this bar, Dream was alone, but he was not alone in Madison Valley. He had Death and, to a far lesser extent, Desire. He knew many would consider him fortunate to have others from his world. He was grateful for Death. He could do without Desire.
They were doing introductions. Part of meeting and becoming acquainted with someone. He offered a nod before giving his own name.
"Dream." He never truly knew how a human would react to his name. Some reacted with curiosity, some with a shrug, and others who were familiar with his tale, well, they often reacted with fear.