Dream is lucky in the way that Dawn is already used to interacting with people who show their emotions through micro-expressions, Bruce was a master at it and thus taught Dick the habit and after dating him for so many years she knows what to look for. And so she picks up on the tiny bit of pleasure he expresses at her choice of outfit and when he makes the blooming flowers appear to match her she chuckles softly and gives him a coy smile.
"And you're certainly adding to my ego if you keep up with such compliments." She teases, but really there's no danger in her becoming egotistical. Dawn is a confident woman of course, well aware of her strengths but she's also aware of her flaws and weaknesses. One of those of course being getting compliments from tall, dark, brooding types....
"A fair bit taller hrm? That's a bit of an understatement." She says and looks up at him, grinning, because it's true. Dawn is a petite woman which worked in her favor as a professional ballet dancer but next to Dream she looks extra tiny. The contrast between their heights is almost made more apparent by their different styles, she with such pale blonde hair that it looks white and his a shock of fluffy black. And as they walk through the Dreaming more than a few of the creatures pause to give them curious looks, it isn't often they see their Lord out and about with someone who isn't Lucienne.
When they get to the wooden bridge Dawn pauses to peer over the side, watching the sea creatures with interest. There are rainbow colored fish with wings, miniature blue whales, and a large sea serpent that has golden scales.
"Do you swim, Dream?" She asks, watching as one of the rainbow fish leaps out of the water and into the air only to catch a gust of wind and spiral up towards the sky.
Morpheus notes that his company is drawing some curiosity from the passing denizens of the Dreaming, but he doesn’t pay it too much mind at the moment. They don’t seem inclined to intrude, not all possessing Matthew’s level of brazenness, but he will not be surprised if there’s some whispering about it. The Dreaming is not immune to gossip, and while he overhears more than they seem to realize, for the most part Morpheus pretends he does not. Then again, it is not often that the rumors involve him personally. Most of the Dreaming population find their boss a reserved workaholic who might deserve a complaint for being a taskmaster, but is not possessing enough of a personal life to titillate.
It has been quite a long time since he’s broken that steadfast trend.
“I can swim. Though it has been some time since I have done so.” He pauses with her to glance over the side of the bridge, seeing through her eyes how the creatures are perceived. They are not mere crafts made by him. They are a part of him, even if ultimately their own entities. In that way, he cannot look at them with impartiality. He instead studies Dawn’s reaction, more curious how she takes to the sights. Though at the little fish taking flight, he does spare them an upwards glance. “Do you like them? They have only recently returned to the Dreaming. It seems they are pleased enough by their return.” So many dreams had fallen into disarray or even decayed into nothing when he had left. The fish hadn’t been highest on his priority list at the start to bring back, but he had finally gotten around to them.
His gaze dropped back to Dawn’s as he trailed back to her other question. “Were you wanting to swim now?”
Dawn's reaction to the fish is one of soft joy, she smiles and tilts her head to watch the fish soar upwards only to dive back down under the water.
"They're beautiful, their scales look like gemstones." She says and then turns her eyes to his. "Maybe another time, I was mostly curious if you ever did as to enjoy the company of all of these creatures you created."
Which is still a somewhat mind twisting idea, that everything here is a part of him and yet it's own.
"Although now I'm curious as to what you would wear to go swimming." She adds, giving him a mischievous glance.
Seeing her reaction to the fish brings him a joy rarely felt. It is more than merely the satisfaction of a job well done when a dreamer finds inspiration or catharsis in what he has helped them experience. He can’t help but reach out and gently brush aside some of her nearly-white hair when the breeze carries it against her cheek, his hand lingering a moment after before he pulls it back.
He soaks in the moment before he contemplates her follow up question. It honestly stumps him a little, perhaps more than it should have done. After a moment where it's clear he's a bit baffled though aware he's missing something, he admits, "I did not create them for my enjoyment. They are for the dreamers, or for the individuals who live and work in the Dreaming."
In short, he does not often seek out their company, or anyone's, for his pleasure.
'Why can't they be both?' is a question he honestly can't answer. Perhaps as their king and creator he's always held himself apart from most of the Dreaming. The few exceptions are Lucienne and Matthew, but then, he did not create them.
Her next question draws his mind away from his musings and he let slip a look of amusement. His fingers grasp the edges of his jacket and he tugs on them as he looks down at himself. This time the puzzlement is pretend as he says, "Is fully clothed not the appropriate attire for a swim? Perhaps you should describe for me in detail what you wear so I may get a better idea for next time on what is appropriate."
His touch is so gentle and light, like a whisper, that it sends a pleasurable shiver down her spine and when his hand lingers she casts her eyes up to his. Giving him silent permission to stay there, to touch her. His eyes are so beautiful that she could get lost in them for hours, he's seen and felt so much and it's all reflected in his eyes which are like pools of impossibly deep waters.
She tilts her face ever so slightly against his hand, wanting to feel more of his cool touch but of course he pulls back and she tries to ignore the tiny bit of disappointment she feels about it, after all what was she expecting?
Her feelings of regret are forgotten when he looks down at himself and feigns confusion about his choice of swimwear. Dawn lifts a hand to cover the flurry of giggles that start to escape her because the image of Dream going to the beach as he is dressed now, perhaps just walking into the water like that, is too funny.
"I believe that one only goes fully clothed in emergency situations, like if you had to jump off a sinking ship. Most times people wear bathing suits." She says and then because he asked for details she continues.
"I usually wear a sage green two piece bathing suit." And then because she's can't help herself. "Or nothing at all, provided the area is private enough."
For someone whose life is eternal, and who holds himself to quite the regimented life, he ruefully realizes that he really needs to work on his timing. Or perhaps, more likely, he’s more hesitant in these sorts of interactions given his past failures. He realizes a moment too late how Dawn seems to welcome rather than revile his touch, with how she leans into it. It makes him regret having moved with haste, skittish inside to take a wrong step. It isn’t like him, he’s used to being on control. Particularly in control of himself.
He’s distracted from chastising himself though when he hears her laugh. Her eyes light up with amusement, a merry dance of mischief present. Everything about her countenance is warm and soft, silk wrapped around mettle that is harder than any who first glance would realize. He knows some of her life and the trials she has faced. He does for everyone. Yet it is different to see the person those experiences have shaped right in front of him, standing tall and welcoming. She… impresses him.
The details on her suit, how she goes along with his banter, earns a small smile. “Only in emergencies? Next thing you’ll tell me I shouldn’t be dressed in the shower.” Not that he technically needed to shower, at least not once he returned to his realm. Perhaps he was hoping to keep the smile on her face longer. His expression turns thoughtful at her description of her bathing suit, tucking it away. Sage green and two piece. “I would say I can imagine that suiting you, yet I would be more pressed to think of an outfit that wouldn’t.”
Extending his hand to her, he leads them further across the bridge and finally onto Fiddler’s Green. Even Morpheus’s countenance relaxes slightly in the calming presence of these fields. The air is sweet with flowers and fruit, the grass ever-green. It is warm despite the night sky. There are gently rolling hills and lush trees, ponds and plants. The only sound is the wind gently ruffling the air, and some birds and insects that call the space home. In a melodious voice to match the setting, Morpheus speaks to the area. “Welcome to Fiddler’s Green.” Overhead a shooting star is the only intrusion, the area saying hello to them.
Dawn laughs even harder at the mention of him in the shower because for some reason she is picturing him fully dressed in his usual all black attire but with the addition of a pink shower cap over his hair. To his compliment she gives him a warm smile and a soft 'thank you' and then takes his hand again, walking across the bridge and onto Fiddler’s Green.
Dawn stops for a moment, closing her eyes for a moment as the tranquility of Fiddler's Green washes over her; the sound of the soft wind and the smell of all the beautiful lush vegetation is deeply soothing and when she opens her eyes they are positively sparkling with joy.
"Oh Dream." She says, her voice tinted with awe. "It's breathtaking."
Morpheus gives a small smile and dip of his head in acknowledgement, clearly pleased that she appreciates the sight as much as he does. Often when his head is a mess he’ll come to Fiddler’s Green to walk about and clear it. It’s a toss up between doing that, or sitting in his castle while the entire Dreaming has stormy weather. Admittedly, he doesn’t always opt for the healthiest of coping mechanisms. He’s trying though, and Fiddler’s Green exists for this very purpose. An escape, an oasis, from one’s weary troubles. The fact that so many yearn for what Fiddler’s Green inspires is one reason he is considered a Major Arcana, and why it is so important he’s returned to his proper place.
“I am glad you find it so. You are welcome here when you dream. After all, the point of a dream is to be shared by dreamers. Without any it is not a fulfilling existence.” Though some dreams and nightmares still had other desires outside of what Morpheus creates. Gault for instance still needed dreamers to be satisfied, but wished to fill a very different role.
“I find here to be… a place of clarity.” He realizes he’s never really explained why this is his favorite spot in the Dreaming. “Even though existence is never simple, it somehow feels as such when there is nothing but open air.”
"Thank you, I'm sure now that I know of this spot I'll visit it often." She says as they walk further into Fiddler’s Green, the grass whispering at their ankles.
"Clarity." She repeats and nods, looking up at the sky above and then at the tree tops which are gently swaying in the breeze. "I can see that, this place is so serene that I'm sure it makes it a little easier to sort through complicated thoughts and feelings when you're here."
"It reminds me of the little rooftop garden I have. Obviously it's no where near as large or as grand but it's that same kind of feeling." She says with a little side smile and then looks up at Dream, her dark eyes catching his gaze.
"I'd like to show it to you sometime, if that's okay."
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Date: 2022-08-30 09:09 pm (UTC)"And you're certainly adding to my ego if you keep up with such compliments." She teases, but really there's no danger in her becoming egotistical. Dawn is a confident woman of course, well aware of her strengths but she's also aware of her flaws and weaknesses.
One of those of course being getting compliments from tall, dark, brooding types....
"A fair bit taller hrm? That's a bit of an understatement." She says and looks up at him, grinning, because it's true. Dawn is a petite woman which worked in her favor as a professional ballet dancer but next to Dream she looks extra tiny. The contrast between their heights is almost made more apparent by their different styles, she with such pale blonde hair that it looks white and his a shock of fluffy black. And as they walk through the Dreaming more than a few of the creatures pause to give them curious looks, it isn't often they see their Lord out and about with someone who isn't Lucienne.
When they get to the wooden bridge Dawn pauses to peer over the side, watching the sea creatures with interest. There are rainbow colored fish with wings, miniature blue whales, and a large sea serpent that has golden scales.
"Do you swim, Dream?" She asks, watching as one of the rainbow fish leaps out of the water and into the air only to catch a gust of wind and spiral up towards the sky.
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Date: 2022-08-31 12:57 am (UTC)It has been quite a long time since he’s broken that steadfast trend.
“I can swim. Though it has been some time since I have done so.” He pauses with her to glance over the side of the bridge, seeing through her eyes how the creatures are perceived. They are not mere crafts made by him. They are a part of him, even if ultimately their own entities. In that way, he cannot look at them with impartiality. He instead studies Dawn’s reaction, more curious how she takes to the sights. Though at the little fish taking flight, he does spare them an upwards glance. “Do you like them? They have only recently returned to the Dreaming. It seems they are pleased enough by their return.” So many dreams had fallen into disarray or even decayed into nothing when he had left. The fish hadn’t been highest on his priority list at the start to bring back, but he had finally gotten around to them.
His gaze dropped back to Dawn’s as he trailed back to her other question. “Were you wanting to swim now?”
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Date: 2022-08-31 01:52 am (UTC)"They're beautiful, their scales look like gemstones." She says and then turns her eyes to his. "Maybe another time, I was mostly curious if you ever did as to enjoy the company of all of these creatures you created."
Which is still a somewhat mind twisting idea, that everything here is a part of him and yet it's own.
"Although now I'm curious as to what you would wear to go swimming." She adds, giving him a mischievous glance.
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Date: 2022-08-31 11:41 am (UTC)He soaks in the moment before he contemplates her follow up question. It honestly stumps him a little, perhaps more than it should have done. After a moment where it's clear he's a bit baffled though aware he's missing something, he admits, "I did not create them for my enjoyment. They are for the dreamers, or for the individuals who live and work in the Dreaming."
In short, he does not often seek out their company, or anyone's, for his pleasure.
'Why can't they be both?' is a question he honestly can't answer. Perhaps as their king and creator he's always held himself apart from most of the Dreaming. The few exceptions are Lucienne and Matthew, but then, he did not create them.
Her next question draws his mind away from his musings and he let slip a look of amusement. His fingers grasp the edges of his jacket and he tugs on them as he looks down at himself. This time the puzzlement is pretend as he says, "Is fully clothed not the appropriate attire for a swim? Perhaps you should describe for me in detail what you wear so I may get a better idea for next time on what is appropriate."
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Date: 2022-08-31 05:05 pm (UTC)She tilts her face ever so slightly against his hand, wanting to feel more of his cool touch but of course he pulls back and she tries to ignore the tiny bit of disappointment she feels about it, after all what was she expecting?
Her feelings of regret are forgotten when he looks down at himself and feigns confusion about his choice of swimwear. Dawn lifts a hand to cover the flurry of giggles that start to escape her because the image of Dream going to the beach as he is dressed now, perhaps just walking into the water like that, is too funny.
"I believe that one only goes fully clothed in emergency situations, like if you had to jump off a sinking ship. Most times people wear bathing suits." She says and then because he asked for details she continues.
"I usually wear a sage green two piece bathing suit." And then because she's can't help herself. "Or nothing at all, provided the area is private enough."
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Date: 2022-09-01 11:52 am (UTC)He’s distracted from chastising himself though when he hears her laugh. Her eyes light up with amusement, a merry dance of mischief present. Everything about her countenance is warm and soft, silk wrapped around mettle that is harder than any who first glance would realize. He knows some of her life and the trials she has faced. He does for everyone. Yet it is different to see the person those experiences have shaped right in front of him, standing tall and welcoming. She… impresses him.
The details on her suit, how she goes along with his banter, earns a small smile. “Only in emergencies? Next thing you’ll tell me I shouldn’t be dressed in the shower.” Not that he technically needed to shower, at least not once he returned to his realm. Perhaps he was hoping to keep the smile on her face longer. His expression turns thoughtful at her description of her bathing suit, tucking it away. Sage green and two piece. “I would say I can imagine that suiting you, yet I would be more pressed to think of an outfit that wouldn’t.”
Extending his hand to her, he leads them further across the bridge and finally onto Fiddler’s Green. Even Morpheus’s countenance relaxes slightly in the calming presence of these fields. The air is sweet with flowers and fruit, the grass ever-green. It is warm despite the night sky. There are gently rolling hills and lush trees, ponds and plants. The only sound is the wind gently ruffling the air, and some birds and insects that call the space home. In a melodious voice to match the setting, Morpheus speaks to the area. “Welcome to Fiddler’s Green.” Overhead a shooting star is the only intrusion, the area saying hello to them.
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Date: 2022-09-01 04:50 pm (UTC)Dawn stops for a moment, closing her eyes for a moment as the tranquility of Fiddler's Green washes over her; the sound of the soft wind and the smell of all the beautiful lush vegetation is deeply soothing and when she opens her eyes they are positively sparkling with joy.
"Oh Dream." She says, her voice tinted with awe. "It's breathtaking."
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Date: 2022-09-03 12:50 pm (UTC)“I am glad you find it so. You are welcome here when you dream. After all, the point of a dream is to be shared by dreamers. Without any it is not a fulfilling existence.” Though some dreams and nightmares still had other desires outside of what Morpheus creates. Gault for instance still needed dreamers to be satisfied, but wished to fill a very different role.
“I find here to be… a place of clarity.” He realizes he’s never really explained why this is his favorite spot in the Dreaming. “Even though existence is never simple, it somehow feels as such when there is nothing but open air.”
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Date: 2022-09-03 05:13 pm (UTC)"Clarity." She repeats and nods, looking up at the sky above and then at the tree tops which are gently swaying in the breeze. "I can see that, this place is so serene that I'm sure it makes it a little easier to sort through complicated thoughts and feelings when you're here."
"It reminds me of the little rooftop garden I have. Obviously it's no where near as large or as grand but it's that same kind of feeling." She says with a little side smile and then looks up at Dream, her dark eyes catching his gaze.
"I'd like to show it to you sometime, if that's okay."