I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-01-17 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | dream of the endless |
i_weavedreams Imagine... [Narrative]
"So it is true." The King of Dreams crossed his arms, a distinctly distressed expression hidden from his face.
Death rolled her eyes. "So what if it is? You didn't know for countless millenia. You're going to let it bother you now?" When Dream didn't respond, she stepped up to him and put her arms around his shoulders. "Hey. I've been doing this a long time. It's not a big deal. It's fun, actually."
"Fun?" Midnight eyes burned in her direction, though Morpheus did not withdraw from her embrace.
"Fun!" She pulled back a little, so she could look at him. "You know, fun's that thing that you don't get enough of." Then, looking at his eyes, she frowned. "You weren't supposed to overhear that, you know. Eavesdropping isn't polite."
Morpheus frowned as well. "You could stay with me, my sister. Here, safe in the Dreaming. Mortals have walked here before."
Death chuckled. "I think that would be considered 'cheating', little brother. Besides, the whole point is to live. Like they do."
"But they do not understand the responsibility, the order that we keep. They are mortal, and they fear you. Burgess sought to capture you, Sister. If he would have succeeded--"
"He didn't. And he's dead now. And his son is still trapped in your spell of eternal waking." She held up her hands. "I've done this countless times, Dream. It always works out."
He still frowned, but his eyes dropped from hers, and Morpheus looked at the floor of his palace. "Very well. I will not seek to protect you. I will withdraw, and await this day. But I will not be satisfied until it is over and done, and you stand with me again as my sister."
Her fingers were gentle on his chin as she tilted his head back up, to meet her eyes. "I am always your sister, Dream."
Later...
The King of Dreams was distressed. And the Dreaming was bending to his will. Even if he did not intend for his will to take such shape.
Voices, in the dark. Confrontation? Tones of authority, and one bright voice, ringing clear as a bell.
"...did that already. Thirty-three years ago. And before that, was only seventy-eight years ago. I was wondering if you were going to let the 19th century go by without my one day. But you could have picked a better place than London."
If there was a response, it was in no tongue decipherable to mortal comprehension. Tones of authority from some power beyond anything else. However, the speaker seemed to understand perfectly.
"No, I don't have anything against London. I like London. But the Whitechapel District? With a crazy man looking to trap Death? I thought it was your job to keep me away from people like that."
Another pause, as the speaker listened. "Yeah, well, ineffability sucks sometimes. Alright, so when is it going to be?"
Another brief pause. Then, a shocked retort. "THAT soon? Oh, bollocks. Alright, alright. Time to prepare would have been nice. But, fine, if that's how this 'verse works, I'll play along."
More conversation may have followed, but the voices were fading, fast. There was a sudden sensation of falling...
And then, waking.
[The dream may or may not effect your character. It's completely up to you. Maybe they'll have a dream, but forget it in the morning. Maybe they won't remember it until later. Maybe they never have it at all. Whether or not you want to be involved is your choice. However, I would think that anyone with ties to the supernatural would both have and remember the dream. Anyone who has met Death from those who remember the dream, might recognize her voice.]