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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Two players, two characters, one post.

Dream enters without his usual fanfare, at his favored table. He, of course, is scribed in black, white, and hems of burning nightmare. One pale, pale hand rests on Kitty's shoulder.

She looks a little more with it, a little less likely to fall apart, than she had been the last time she came into the bar. She also still looks like she'd rather not be here, for all she can't hide forever.

He looks worried, for him, and silently accepts two cups of coffee from a passing rat. One of them is handed to his favorite niece before he sips from the other one.

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[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She knows this man. She isn't certain exactly when she had seen him, perhaps he had been one of Master Gaunt's guests?

She should know.

But she doesn't.

So she stands and puzzles gently, a doll stopped in mid motion.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

No. He never manifested at Gaunt's place.

He knows her, though, and the stars of his eyes linger for a moment before passng on.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

No, he wouldn't, would he?

Mistress had bid she meet people, perhaps remeeting wouldcount as well? So there are hesitant, light footsteps, mere ghosts of sound as she drifts closer and dips gently in respect, no matter how odd it may seem in her Osh Koshes "Master?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Dream."

He corrects her the voice which is not quite a voice and more a memory of things lost and never found, of things taken and not reclaimed, even and slightly distant,

"Or Lord Morpheus. I am both."

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She has not heard such a voice before, nor could she ever have hoped to. It echoes along dark places in her mind where nothing dwells...and where nothing should.

Were she less trained than she is she would shiver.

"Lord Morpheus" she agreed, such a label was also acceptable.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

He was known as that for a very long time, on one world.

He watches her without emotion; perhaps the only being which can match the blankness of the child.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

This man puzzles her, as much as she can puzzle.

"You are known to me" she admitted at last, kneeling by his feet and bowing her head "But I fail to remember..."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"I am memory."

Is the response,

"I am thought. I am dreams. I know you, but you have never met me."

[creator_raven]

There is a quiet thump somewhere to the left, and Raven approaches, head tilted and eyes bright.

He nods to Dream, but when he speaks, it is directed at Kitty.

"It has been some time, I think."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

He nods in return, and remains silent unless addressed.

[prydeful]

"Hey, Raven," she says softly, with a half smile. "Just a little bit, yeah."

[creator_raven]

"You would prefer questions?"

He tilts his head.

"Or cookies?"

[prydeful]

"Cookies I can handle. Questions might not get the greatest answers."

[creator_raven]

Raven fishes in his pocket and hands Kitty several chocolate chip cookies.

He is generous in the face of sorrow. Or something.

"I do not demand great things, I do not think. But possibly it is better to discuss alligators crossbred with fish, yes?"

For 'better', read 'easier'.

For the moment.

[prydeful]

"You know, there's an alien race that looks like that's their ancestry," she replies lightly, and murmurs a thanks as she takes the cookies.

[creator_raven]

"It is the teeth, perhaps? Or the gills?"

Beat.

"Or perhaps the protruding eyeballs?"

[prydeful]

"Teeth and gills. The eyeballs were kinda like a praying mantis'."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He knows Dream, talked to him once, so the Endless gets an inclined head before his golden eyes goes to Kitty.

[prydeful]

"Hey." It's not a great smile, but it's a smile.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He smiles back.

"Hey you. Should I ask what's up, or...?"

[prydeful]

"It's...really crappy and complicated," she says slowly, "but the world kinda went to hell."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He raises his eyebrows.

"Literally?"

[prydeful]

"Close enough."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred winces.

"Well, I'd get you a drink, but I think you already have one."

[prydeful]

"Gimme a few, and it'll be gone," she says with a faint grin.

It's not a great one.

"Wanna join me anyway?"