Dream Of The Endless

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So angry seein a distressed Dream and basically makes herself sane to talk to the eldest Endless. Bitch, you can't see when you're blind. Destiny can be such an asshole.

Ravenna hums, a melodic tune that could rival a seasoned siren’s call. “I am chaos,” she muses. “Even I am at the mercy of my own whims, Lord Morpheus.” Her lips curl into a playful grin. “Perhaps I should place my metaphorical leash in your capable hands?” She pauses a moment to giggle at the suggestion. “As entertaining as it sounds, I wouldn’t want to cause you more trouble than you can handle. No. I simply wanted to check in on my favorite Endless. You’ve been absent for too long and it’s caused my withered heart to be disquiet.

“I am sorry,” she says. “For my lack of tact and jumping to conclusions. I suppose my own feelings tainted my thoughts and words. So, let it be said — I will never deceive you, Lord Morpheus. I simply wish to understand you and your purpose. As I’ve said before, you are not the King of Dreams I had imagined.” A pause. Her golden gaze observing their surroundings. “Much too broody and lacking color. Oh, and quick to anger. ” Her tone is playful, despite the truth of her words. “Then again, I do have the effect on people. My lack of a filter has its consequences.”

She suddenly takes the form of a raven and flies to perch on a ledge above him. She peaks over the edge and turns her head to peer at him with a single birdy eye. “I should learn the rules of your domain and the proximity of your jurisdiction. I wish to respect your authority. We should also discuss what you expect from me while I’m here — the things I can and can’t do.”

Oh, it seemed like she could not go a few sentences without some sort of criticism in regard to his personality or general being. Such audacity was frequent among witches, at least in so far as he had observed throughout the millennia. However, he did, in some regard, admire the courage. 

This left him to raise an almost challenging brow, his gaze following the newly transfigured raven up to her perch. “I see. Pray tell me then, Witch woman; were I not dark and broody, what would you have me be? A mess of incoherent colours and an ever-shifting pool of polarising moods, perhaps? Would you have take more after my youngest sister than of my elders? If I may be frank in return, I feel that perhaps your particular temperament might well be better suited to her realm than mine.” 

❝ 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 sarcastic with me , brother of mine ? ❞ destruction asks with a glint in red eyes . the smile on lips is kind , though it doesn't quite reach his eyes . his worry , his concern for Dream , is obvious on features . ❝ you need rest . i know you well , brother , and i know you haven't afforded that to yourself . you must if you wish to feel better . ❞ and why wouldn't he want to feel better ? nothing is worse , in destruction's opinion , than wallowing in self - pity .

OH, how Morpheus had to repress a dramatic rolling of his eyes upon hearing something so BITTERLY ironic - or, at least, such was interpretation. He refused to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, his brother had meant it kindly.

"You would know all about REST, would you not, brother of mine?" His eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at his fellow kin from under his shaggy mop of untamable, coal-coloured hair.

"Some of, dear brother, have duties to attend to and cannot afford the aforementioned luxury of REST. And some of us have not seen fit to grant ourselves such liberties."

Was he bitter towards his brother for having the COURAGE to step away? Or perhaps he really was, as Destruction said, just tired. So very, very tired...

Whatever the case, he had no wish to go delving into the root of it, instead turning his eyes away from his younger brother in a haughty gesture of reproach.

Waters of the Dreaming

(Possibly finished, it depends on If I want to go back to it)

Ravenna hums, a melodic tune that could rival a seasoned siren’s call. “I am chaos,” she muses. “Even I am at the mercy of my own whims, Lord Morpheus.” Her lips curl into a playful grin. “Perhaps I should place my metaphorical leash in your capable hands?” She pauses a moment to giggle at the suggestion. “As entertaining as it sounds, I wouldn’t want to cause you more trouble than you can handle. No. I simply wanted to check in on my favorite Endless. You’ve been absent for too long and it’s caused my withered heart to be disquiet.

“Clumsy phrasing? Well, I didn’t suspect you would find fault in my words to immediately implicate me as a co-conspirator,” she nips back. “Well, allow me a turn to assume things — you haven’t forgiven me. If that were the case, you would have given me the benefit of the doubt and granted me the opportunity to clarify my words. Instead, you raised your hackles and spit venom at me as if I were guilty.

“I will always speak the truth to you because I respect you, Dream. I respect all that you do. What would I gain from deceiving you? From my perspective, nothing. Other than your wrath, which would only make my nightmares worse and I barely sleep as is. Not because of the nightmares. I have too much noise that goes on in my head.” Cue the internal groaning. “I’m babbling. Forget that last bit. Anyway. Are we good? I would rather be flirting and poking fun, rather that having a spat.”

“You assume wrong,” a stern and very immediate. And perhaps Ravenna was right. Maybe a part of Morpheus hadn’t yet forgiven the incident. But he was certain that he had forgiven Ravenna herself. It was not her that he was angry at but...oh Gods above, so many things. And DESIRE. Oh, he certainly hadn’t forgiven Desire! Again, for so many things-... Oh...it was complicated. And it involved feelings more intimate than he was willing to delve into at present. And so, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out barely audible sigh, opting to swallow his pride for now. Or, at least, partially so.

“You would gain nothing from deceiving, lady, and if you so tried, I would know. While I maintain that your phrasing was, indeed, clumsy, I apologise if you deem my response inappropriate. I may be know for a great many things, but I do not wish for bad behaviour to be one of them. We are, as you say, good.” 

Straightening out his robes in an idle gesture, he bit back another sigh, opting to say nothing further.