Reality is weirder than fiction

Summary: Everyone knows, or at least assumes, that the Kindly Ones don’t negotiate. Apart from one person who understands the law they’re hiding behind. But that person might have every reason not to help…

Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix/Comics) | Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Thalia Callaghan (OC), Calliope, Lucienne the Librarian, Matthew the Raven Relationships: Dream of the Endless/OFC | Rating: M | Navigation: Bottom of post

Content Warnings: Canon-typical violence | Character facing death | Grief and loss | References to filicide and its consequences

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Semnai Theai

Lucienne rose from the chair nearest the hearth. She crossed to the main door, confirmed the corridor was unchanged, and returned to the chair.

"You've checked that twice," Matthew said, low.

"Three times," Lucienne said.

Cluracan did not open his eyes from the chesterfield. "That's never a good number."

“Asleep,  are you?”

His boots were crossed at the ankle on the arm of the chesterfield, which was a liberty he would not have taken if Nuala had been in the room. He had won the last argument of the evening; something about the proper way to age a faerie wine, and had claimed it by falling asleep before anyone could reopen the debate.

Gilbert had settled in the wing-chair across from Lucienne with a book open on his knee. Not sleeping, precisely, but in the stillness that passed for rest among the Dreaming's older inhabitants. The chess game had been his idea. The stalling had been hers.

Matthew was on the mantelpiece with his head tucked under a wing and one eye open, which was the closest Matthew came to sleep in any room he had been asked to watch.

Mervyn had gone half an hour ago, muttering about the east wing gutters and the state of the drains and the fact that the inventory should have been finished three days ago if anyone had listened to him. No one had stopped him. Mervyn working was Mervyn not asking questions, and Lucienne had run out of answers that did not sound like warnings.

The wine glass on the side table was half-full. She had poured it without thinking. The small motion kept her hands occupied while her attention remained elsewhere.

The sound came from below.

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