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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream.

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[eyemightbite.livejournal.com]

The Corinthian slides over to the incarnation.
"Hellow" he says in a deplorable English accent.
"Who's life will you be dragging you ancient boned nose through tonight, we wonder?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Corinthian."

[eyemightbite.livejournal.com]

He looks startled.
"Oh, there you are."
The Corinthian toys with the match in his mouth, looking at Dream. He moves to face Dream across the table, pointedly moving the candles and glasses out of the way.
He settles on his elbows, and hisses through his teeth... all of them.

"Yanno what pisses me off lately about you? And me? Not 'you and me', but You about me..."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Should I?"

He watches the Corinthian with a mild expression. What he's actually thinking is hidden.

[eyemightbite.livejournal.com]

"Oh, wait. Am I bothering you?" The Corinthian raises his voice a bit.
After a moment of contrived silence, The Corinthian rises with a start, his chair almost toppling behind him.
He stands there for another moment, waiting for some response from the Dream King, tho he knows better. He is obviously struggling with not saying something, but he stops and takes a deep breath.
"Sorry."
He sounds...sincere?
"Sorry" he repeats, this time in a small, faraway voice, and he turns, heading for the door.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"No, Corinthian. You are not bothering me."

He doesn't reach out, that isn't his way,

"I do not understand you, anymore, and am attempting to allow you to define what you want from me. You are the Corinthian of Daniel, Dream of the Endless. Does Morpheus have claim on you? If so, only you can say."

[eyemightbite.livejournal.com]

"I'm The Corinthian. There's just one. And I don't know what I want because I don't know who I am. I'm only complete when I'm causing strife, and that makes me even more alone."
He stays where he is.
"Maybe I need to talk to your sister..."
And he leaves.