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[a_lowly_player]

What with the play and everything going on, Will Shakespeare had barely had time to write. Which, mind you, was a good thing as he was having more and more difficulty writing as he tried to progress with the play. It was difficult to decide what was important and what was not, who should be included and who shouldn't and it all turned into a great

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[thelordofdreams]

It was quite a contrast, Will's playful glee, to the mood of the man who walked up and paused not far from the trampoline.

Dream cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of trees. There may as well have been a rain cloud hovering above his head, as joyful as he looked, and it didn't seem that Will's happiness was rubbing off on him whatsoever. Though to his credit, he didn't seem annoyed, either.

Just watching. Expressionless.

[a_lowly_player]

Will slowed down until he was at a stop, feeling very much like a small child who was caught doing something he oughtn't be doing.

"Are you well, Morpheus?" he asked warilly.

[thelordofdreams]

"Death is... gone," said Dream.

It was the first time that he'd said it out loud, after days of denying it, despite all of the signs.

[a_lowly_player]

Death had, or claimed to have been rather, part of the reason that Will and Dream had gotten together. It was Death's blessing that mattered most to Will and...she couldn't just be gone. Will frowned and slid off of the trampoline so that he might walk closer to Dream.

"What do you mean...gone?"

[thelordofdreams]

"I mean, she's gone... her clothes are gone, her things are gone, the... her bed doesn't even smell like her anymore, she's just vanished. Gone."

And just before Will reached him, Dream crumpled to the ground, falling to his knees.

[a_lowly_player]

Will rushed to close the rest of the distance between them, gathering Morpheus up into his arms and holding him close as quickly as possible.

"People don't just vanish that's...that's as impossible as..." as turning up one day on a tropical island with no knowledge of how you'd gotten there. "Can that really happen?"

[thelordofdreams]

Dream's voice was calm, not shaky at all, but quiet. And he was still in Will's arms, though a bit limp. "It happens all the time, Will. People vanish, as simply as they arrived. The common assumption seems to be that they go back from whence they came."

[a_lowly_player]

Will kissed the top of Dream's head, wishing that there was something he could do to make this right again. Thinking, that perhaps he'd turn to God again if indeed there was a chance of reaching His ears in this place.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, because he felt as if he had to say something.

[thelordofdreams]

"She was the only thing... she was..." Dream closed his eyes. He didn't know how he was supposed to bear this, this being mortal, without her. It seemed even more ludicrous now, more pointless...