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[leucemic_god]

Date: April 3rd, 2003
Status: Private (Loki, Gabriel - Complete)
Setting: Sitting room
Summary: Gabriel wants to have a talk. Loki does not.

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[cattygabriel]

Gabriel had travelled in dreams for millennia, and he knew a little about them. The strange dream he had had may have come through the Gate of Ivory, but it had been no ordinary dream either; there was no reason for him to dream of Norse gods he barely knew, surely, and besides, suffering such migraines in dreams was new. It was no ordinary dream, and he knew it.

He had heard of people sharing dreams before, or dreaming the same thing, though usually those people were related or linked in some way. Still, perhaps he'd find some answers with Loki.

He walked through the Manor, pausing as he sensed Loki's aura nearby, pushed open the door to the sitting room, and blinked. Loki seemed to be dozing off, looking paler than usual in the flickering half-light of the television. He glanced at the screen, and winced as a masked man (presumably) repeatedly stabbed a screaming girl.

"... I didn't know you liked horror."

[leucemic_god]

Loki looked up at Gabriel, then back at the screen.

"It was the most interesting thing I could find," he explained. "Go ahead and change it, if you prefer something else."

[cattygabriel]

"Actually, I came to talk to you." Gabriel ran tense fingers through his hair and sat down on the couch near Loki, back ramrod-straight. "About dreams."

[leucemic_god]

"Dreams?" Loki asked sharply. This was not a topic he wanted to discuss, not at all.

"You do remember that I'm not a dream god, right? You were there when we discussed it with Adam."