And they fell asleep...

[fishy_go_byebye]

Who: Delirium and all who attend.
What: A wake. A party. A memorial. A bardic circle? To remember Dream and mourn his passing. Sel Del can move on and get used to Daniel in her head. And! kinda like a story prompt. You know it's fun ♥~
When: April 28, 2009 (Forward dated so people have time?)
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-13, for now. Unless a story

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Rolling with the punches

[onlyanapple]

Crowley had been watching the small gathering for a while now, before finally deciding to take his turn. He reclined in his seat, swirling the wine in his glass thoughtfully.

“I don’t dream, it’s not in my nature to do so. Once you’ve experienced the beauty and grace of Heaven and the darkness and agony of Hell, nothing can really be dreamt to rival it. I didn’t know what dreaming even was, until man was created,” he paused, smiling a little to himself, “Or more precisely, woman”.

“This was before the fruit... incident, back when I had far fewer limbs. Her dreams were simple, at first. Tending the land, walking through the Garden. She’d often tell me them, after all Adam wasn’t much of a conversationalist and I was the only animal that could speak.” Crowley shrugged, “Of course, I never spoke to her again after the Fall, but from what I hear, humans dream much more vividly now. Each new generation having a whole new plethora of things to dream about as new things and concepts are invented.”

The demon sighed, leaning forward a little, offering Del the smallest of reassuring smiles.

“Dreams are always moving forward, rolling with the punches, so to speak. I’m certain that in whatever realm Dream is now, he’s managing just fine. He’s already proven himself to be very good at it”.