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[thelordofdreams]

Dream had taken to long walks, mostly at night, though sometimes he was restless, like today. He did a lot of thinking, mostly about mortality, about the things he had taken for granted, about home, oh, how he missed his Realm. Walking here was nothing like walking there. The terrain never changed

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[a_lowly_player]

"Sir, are you well?" There was something familiar about the man that drew Will to him, something he couldn't quite place but almost certainly wanted, no, needed to explore to sate that nagging voice at the back of his mind.

[thelordofdreams]

Dream turned. It took a long moment for him to recognize, for the last time he'd seen this face, it had been a much older one. "Will Shakespeare," he said. "I cannot say I expected to see you here."

[a_lowly_player]

Will was gaping by the time the few syllables of his last name fell past Dream's lips. "I feel like I should be saying much the same, your Lordship." He'd written for Queen and Country, but none so beautiful (save for Romeo and Juliet of course) and fantastikal as the play Dream had commissioned from him all those years ago.

[thelordofdreams]

"Aye, yes. I imagine you should." Dream sighed. "You now have the advantage over me now, Poet. You can still create, whereas I cannot. You might say my inkwell has run dry."

[captainjack]

Jack emerged from the water with an empty bag tucked into the waist of his speedo. He'd gone down looking for conch, but the herd had moved and it was going to take some searching to find them again.

He shook his hair and water ran over his body as he walked toward the new man.

"Hi there," he smiled wide, waving at him. "Find something good?"

[thelordofdreams]

Dream turned. He regarded Jack for a moment, his eyes raking down his body - not in an appraising or lewd way, simply as though he were taking the measure of him. As a king might do with a subject brought before him.

Apparently approving, he held out his hand. The stone sparkled. "It reminded me of something," he said.

[captainjack]

He wiped water from the back of his neck and walked closer. The knife rode comfortably on his thigh in its sheath and the bag dripped steadily down his leg. He offered his hand when he was close enough, "Captain Jack Harkness. I don't think we've met."

[thelordofdreams]

Dream shook his hand. "No," he said. Then by way of clarification, added, "No, you are not Captain Jack Harkness, and no, we have not met. Not in any conventional way."

[demon_slade]

The cool wash of waves felt rather nice on Brian's bare feet, wandering along the beach as he made the slow trek from the compound to the hut he currently lived in. There was no real rush to get there since there was nothing more entertaining for him there than there was here. Likely why when he saw a fellow gazing up at the sky, fiddling with something, he opted to stop.

"Does the haze of the sky above answer all questions to which life offers?" he mused. "Or is there a mere spot to which gazing holds further interest than the ground?"

[thelordofdreams]

"I keep wondering if it will change," Dream muttered before turning to look at the man. "Haven't you ever paused to think?"

[demon_slade]

"Of course," Brian replied with a cock of the head. "Such a trivial pursuit life would be if there was no contemplation of that which is or might be. Generally true strength lies in that which is unchanging, however, and the sky is one of they."

[picksthelosers]

She is back in the coat, barefoot in the sand, and observing. So much of the game is spent studying, that most of the time people forget that they haven't yet made a move.

A clover is tucked behind her ear, and she draws a figure eight in the sand with a toe. Almost a move.

"The more you stare, the less it'll be anything else."

[thelordofdreams]

"And the more depressed I will become," Dream finished before turning to look at her.

[picksthelosers]

She rolls her shoulders back, pulling on the lapels of her coat.

"That's the sort of attitude that makes me want to gamble, darling. Just to prove you can't cash in just yet."

[thelordofdreams]

"I have no desire to gamble with you," Dream said flatly.

[flowers_on_skin]

"What have you got there, my Lord of Dreams and Nightmares?" she said, coming up behind him barefoot on the sand, her hair twisted back from her face, her shirt ridden up to flash a strip of belly. "Secrets or wonders or something entirely mundane?"

[thelordofdreams]

Dream turned and looked at her. "It's nothing," he said. "I mean... it's just a stone. How are you, Eostre?"

[flowers_on_skin]

"Still pregnant," she said, with a grin. "But holding up, never-the-less. How about you, Dream? Holding on?"

[thelordofdreams]

"I can see that," Dream said with a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, I'd say I'm holding on. I'm still here, aren't I?"