Death's view on Daniel
Drabble of Death.
She looked at her brother, her new brother. He wasn’t really gone, just an aspect of him. He was different, he had changed, and all it took was a death. He was still pale and his colors seemed to have inverted on him. Instead of wild black hair, he had white hair, Einstein hair.
He had a different too. He was still Dream but he was also Daniel. The part of him that was Morpheus died, killed by the Kindly Ones. When they ravaged his realm, he died.
Daniel was young and old. He was different. He was quiet and unsure of himself. To dreamers he would appear the same. To all who are aware of his change, he appeared different to them.
His clothes were white, his demeanor soft. He would have to earn his subjects respect
In a way, this was good for Dream. It was a breath of fresh air; it was a shame that he had to die before he changed.
Death would help her brother as she always did. She would guide him and help when she could.
She looked at her brother, her new brother. He wasn’t really gone, just an aspect of him. He was different, he had changed, and all it took was a death. He was still pale and his colors seemed to have inverted on him. Instead of wild black hair, he had white hair, Einstein hair.
He had a different too. He was still Dream but he was also Daniel. The part of him that was Morpheus died, killed by the Kindly Ones. When they ravaged his realm, he died.
Daniel was young and old. He was different. He was quiet and unsure of himself. To dreamers he would appear the same. To all who are aware of his change, he appeared different to them.
His clothes were white, his demeanor soft. He would have to earn his subjects respect
In a way, this was good for Dream. It was a breath of fresh air; it was a shame that he had to die before he changed.
Death would help her brother as she always did. She would guide him and help when she could.