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[true_desire]

*Desire enters the bar, humming something to itself -- Anggun's Un Geste d'Amour, should anyone be familiar with it. Its golden eyes light up as it spots its brother, in spite of his apparent bad mood. Desire makes a beeline for Dream, dreadfully thrilled with its recent success

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[lord_of_dreams]

*he looks down at Desire and peels his lips back in a silent snarl*

[true_desire]

*Desire returned Dream's dark glance, snorting quietly.*'
Stop seeing ghosts, brother: This is nothing like you and Nada. My plan is far better for everyone involved.

[lord_of_dreams]

*his face twists, ugly, and...Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, grabs his sibling by the hair, yanking its head back to snarl in its face.*

Do not speak of Nada!

[true_desire]

*Desire has had this treatment before -- and knows it has gotten under its brother's skin, unexpectedly. It was never one to pass an opportunity: After all, pain is such a small thing.*

No? Honestly, brother, someone in this family should, since you left her to rot for your single-minded pride. All I was responsible for was her wanting you: You were the one that destroyed her!

[bloody_awful]

*John stands off to one side, watching. This is not something he can get stuck in, even though it concerns him.*

[last1out]

*she looks to him, and holds out a shaking hand*

[bloody_awful]

*Comes over to her and lays his hand on her shoulder.*

Come on, sweetheart. Let it go. Your brother... just loves you, that's all. He wants to protect you. From me. *shrugs* Probably not a bad idea, in general.

*Glances over at Desire* As for that one ... I don't want to think about it. I don't give a shit, and I'm no playtoy. Not for it, not for anyone.

[last1out]

*she lays her head against his chest, laughing. But it's not a good laugh.*

He brought back something with him, John.

[true_desire]

*Desire lost interest the moment its sister and Constantine had begun talking, finding itself a table to hide at with -- of all things -- a beer. Nothing fancy, just something dark enough to suggest a good pull of Guinness, and utterly unlike itself.*

[last1out]

*she pulls up a chair and straddles it, chin in hand*

Are you alright?

[true_desire]

*Desire momentarily considers a petulant response of "Why do you care," but thinks better of it.*

... I don't know.

[last1out]

Neither do I.

I ought to thank you. As stupid as I feel... I'm happy.

[job26]

*from the shadows, the glow from his pipe threatens to give him away.*