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Though Death had offered to find some space in the room now occupied by her and their sister, Dream had assured her that he would be fine. He preferred the nighttime to think, to walk.
He hadn't thought that he'd have to sleep.
But when the weariness of his mortal body overcame him, he stumbled into a darkened room, the one with bookshelves and a pool table and a jukebox playing music he hadn't heard since his journey in the waking world with Delirium. He collapsed onto a worn couch, his body far too long to settle there there comfortably, so he folded up somewhat spider-like.
And he slept, for in that sleep of death...
Three hags, long nails clawing at his face. Ravens pouring down from the sky, none of them Matthew. Calliope trapped in a crystal sphere, mouthing 'save me', her face morphing into that of Thessaly, who laughs as she turns into a grotesque caricature of Lyta, with a struggling toddler Daniel in her arms, and he's saying in a voice that isn't that of a child, "I didn't want this..."
Then he woke. Light poured into the room. It was morning.
And Dream realized what has happened. What was now beyond his control. How terrifying, how helpless he'd felt, how...
Awakened from his very first nightmare, Dream wrapped his arms around his spindly legs and began to tremble.
[OOC: If you tag him, remember that if you want him to recognize your pup, to comment here. :) ]
He hadn't thought that he'd have to sleep.
But when the weariness of his mortal body overcame him, he stumbled into a darkened room, the one with bookshelves and a pool table and a jukebox playing music he hadn't heard since his journey in the waking world with Delirium. He collapsed onto a worn couch, his body far too long to settle there there comfortably, so he folded up somewhat spider-like.
And he slept, for in that sleep of death...
Three hags, long nails clawing at his face. Ravens pouring down from the sky, none of them Matthew. Calliope trapped in a crystal sphere, mouthing 'save me', her face morphing into that of Thessaly, who laughs as she turns into a grotesque caricature of Lyta, with a struggling toddler Daniel in her arms, and he's saying in a voice that isn't that of a child, "I didn't want this..."
Then he woke. Light poured into the room. It was morning.
And Dream realized what has happened. What was now beyond his control. How terrifying, how helpless he'd felt, how...
Awakened from his very first nightmare, Dream wrapped his arms around his spindly legs and began to tremble.
[OOC: If you tag him, remember that if you want him to recognize your pup, to comment here. :) ]