#morpheusxmp

               The Dreamer looked up at Tsukiyomi’s son curiously for a moment. With most of the demigods he had met on the island he wouldn’t dare to admit to admit to any real failings; bad for one’s image, among other things. But this was Tsukiyomi’s son, and it wouldn’t do to lie to him or skirt the issue if he was truly curious…

               “I think it’s something that most of the gods are afraid of, at one point or another,” he said quietly, thumb rubbing idly over a smooth bit of rose quartz. “For me, it tends to gravitate around family. My siblings…there are so many of us, it can be difficult to really keep in contact with them all. A few have vanished completely, or at least they actively avoid the rest of the world. And then…my children. Honestly, I do not have many. I know them all by name and by face, I speak to them in dreams, but…ever the absent father. It sort of comes with the territory. The more the gods meddle in the lives of their children with mortals, the more disasterous it becomes. Or at least that is how it was in the past. Rarely do things end well. With the exception of the more dangerous powers you children can have, I honestly feel that it is best for us to keep our distance…but that does not mean it is easy. Some of us…we truly love our childern, even if we cannot be there for them…”

               All he could offer the boy was a sad smile. “Can you blame me for feeling as if I have let someone down? Far too many “someone"s for my comfort…”

 “You love your family, right?” Akira asked simply before continuing, “If you love them, that’s all that matters. I bet your children can feel your presence in their dreams, too. They may not understand that it’s you yet, but I know that dad’s presence was always there for me.”

He thought about how to explain it before he spoke softly, “When I was a little kid, I used to tell my parents that my dad lived on the moon. I don’t know why I said it, but I felt it. I didn’t discover my powers until I was older, but I always felt them when I played outside at night. It’s like dad was giving me caffeine, even then!”

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“Can you tell me how to get rid of nightmares?” Jihoon asked, reaching up to rub his eyes. If there was anybody to ask that question to, he figured it would be the god of dreams himself.

     Eris finds herself quietly stepping up to the front door of Το Όνειρα after a long morning of trying to ready an establishment of her own, something that was wearing on her—but a break couldn’t hurt, could it? Especially when she had family she hadn’t seen in ages right in the city and a mission in her mind to make her presence as known as possible.

      But at least with this arrangement, she had rather innocent intentions as she carried a small drink carrier with two coffees in one hand, her free hand left open to pull open the door and enter, immersing herself in the rather warm and welcoming atmosphere of the shop. ‘Hm...quite interesting, not exactly what I expected from Morpheus, but it’s nice.’ her thoughts are put to a close once she finishes a brief look around, free hand raising to push her sunglasses up to set atop her head. Before she had even arrived here, she had entertained the idea to send discomfort into any employee she happened to run into, prepared to lowly play a I need to speak to the owner card,  but as she spotted rather wild, dark curls, she knew she didn’t need to. A bit of a disappointment, but finding The Dreamer himself made up for it. 

     “Morpheus~ Your favorite auntie is here to see you.”her words sound light, though quiet enough not to disrupt the oddly peaceful atmosphere, soft clicks of heels closing some space between them, the woman careful to watch where she steps—eyes catching glimpses of the slight sparkle of crystals and neatly arranged spines of books. 

    “I also brought you a coffee. Though I was unsure if you were a coffee drinker or not, I got decaf just to play on the safe side.”

“A Facebook post?” He scoffed as he looked over at Morpheus. He was old, that he could admit to himself at least, but he knew a little more about human technology and social media to know that Facebook was a little “played out”. But he supposed, living in the Dreaming, you had little exposure to the ways of technology differences. Not that he knew, he’d always known more about his brothers than Morpheus himself.

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Arawn had recently officially gone on break. He'd found a reliable, dependable former student to take over his English classes, and Athena had taken on his presidential duties as a vice-president. Everything was properly set up and under control, so Arawn could take the well deserved break. He'd worked as the professor of English Literature for the past 6 years now, and spent simultaneous two years on the council, and recently had taken over as president almost two years ago. The break was well needed, since the God found himself stressed and suffering an identity crisis since his credentials had been put into question.

He was glad to have the free time to rest and de-stress. It was a slightly warmer day and the God had found himself comfortable on a bench in the park. He watched his two dogs run around off leash, while he just sat back comfortably with a cup of coffee and a book by his side. He stood out, as he always did, with blonde hair heavily curled and pinned up around the side, both hands heavily ringed and laced boots, paired with his usual trench coat. He gazed out ahead at the trees around, rather enjoying the life around.

He popped open the book he'd recently acquired. As much as the God praised the classics, sometimes, he just wanted to read a good dark fantasy novel. The God let himself zone out as he began reading, engrossed in the novel, as his dogs settled next to his feet, taing a break fro their running around.

It’s one of those days on which Hades is just randomly strolling around Mount Phoenix hoping to find something interesting. This time around that something turns out to be a little shop in the Bohemian district, coincidentally named something Greek. And anything Greek is of course bound to catch the god of the Underworld’s attention. So he’s soon standing in front of the sign, reading it and lifting his eyebrows lightly. Quite an interesting name for a place, and it reminds him a little of an old friend from back during the golden days.

Unable to just walk by a place with a Greek name, Hades checks the opening hours of the place. He’s gotten smarter after all, since the time he walked into a door because the bar it belonged to happened to be closed. Luckily ‘The Dreaming’ is open and so Hades pushes open the door and heads inside.

A quick look around shows him a wide array of books, herbs, candles, charms and plenty of other more obscure things. It brings an amused smile to his face as he walks further into the store and starts to look at the things from a closer distance. There’s all kinds of little trinkets all around, a few of them of the kind he recognises even.

It’s quite interesting to be looking around at everything, but the entire time he’s just looking around, it feels like something keeps nagging at him. It takes him a considerably long time to figure out what it is, but he blames it on the centuries of no longer being in each other’s presence. When he finally recognises the vibe that hangs all over the shop, he instantly turns on his heels and looks for the counter.

“Morphman!” he exclaims instantly, even before the other god is in his sight, because he still remembers the feeling of the other god. He never forgets those that dwell in the Underworld with him, after all. Sometimes he feels even closer to them than to his siblings, because at least they understand the kind of life he’s had down in that dump.

Spreading his arms wide the moment he actually comes face to face with the other god, Hades grins wide and bright. “Morph, my man! How long has it been? Ages! Come give us a hug!” He doesn’t wait for Morpheus to come closer, but already starts walking over to the other god himself, ready to wrap his arms around Morpheus in a friendly hug and pat him a few good times on his back.

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  Eros looks at the screen of his phone in slight surprise. It wasn’t often that he received texts from Morpheus, let alone ones to request his help for things. Bloody things. The chaotic streak of his soul sings and the love god, the deity of two sides of the same coin, bites his lower lip.

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   The love god thinks on it. Morpheus isn’t wrong. Eros considers himself to be someone who was quite good at expressing how he felt about others through the range of emotions that each brought out in him, but it doesn’t stop him from occasionally worrying that he doesn’t do it often enough for some.

   “Do you think..” he trails and brings a hand up to his mouth. Teeth, clean and white bite at the tips of his fingers before he registers that he is doing the hand thing again and snaps it away from himself. Eros lets his tongue run over his lip instead before he continues.