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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

With the slow, reverse-fade flicker of an old black and white movie starting, Dream appears in the bar.

By the time he has chosen to sit, so has his ever-shifting throne and with a faint expression of one sort or another (it is rather hard to tell the emotion in stars) he watches the patrons.

Morgan is very herself, April brings up Raph and gets rescued by Mike, and Meredeth is overwhelmed.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Endless."

She drops a curtsy.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Witch."

He returns a nod.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

A little smile.

"May I join you, my lord?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Of course."

He says quietly, and gestures to a chair.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan takes it, spreading her skirt so as not to crush it. Then, glancing up, she tilts her head.

"You feel similar to Desire...are hisherits brother?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Desire is my Sibling. I am Dream."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Dream?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

Another nod, and the faintest of smiles.

"Who else would I be?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She smiles back.

"Someone else?"

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April had been sitting down the bar, but it was rather difficult to miss an entrance like that, wasn't it? Slowly, she lifted her glass and moved closer, her smile tamed by moderate timidity but not fear. She was terribly curious as to who he was, you see, and why he seemed so familiar in spite of the fact that she was quite sure she'd never met him before. Had she?

"Hello," April greeted, her margarita poised in one hand.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, April O'Neil."

There is a faint smile of greeting in return; the smile of someone who has seen you recently but doesn't expect you to know who he is.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"I think I should know you," she replied honestly, tilting her head as if the action might incite her to remember more clearly.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"You know me. It is merely that you forget me when you awaken."

Without moving he somehow manages to provide the feeling of a bow.

"I am Dream, of the Endless."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

As strange as it might have ordinarily seemed, it somehow made sense to April, and she smiled. "You do good work," she complimented. "I'm glad to finally meet you." Her gaze shifted to an empty seat. "Would you mind if I sat down?" she asked.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"It is not work. It is what I am."

He says it mildly, and waves a hand. She may feel free to sit.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Sorry," April apologized. "I didn't mean any offense." She still wasn't entirely clear on the concept of the Endless, and felt as though she might have made some sort of terrible faux pas. She sat, and said by way of making conversation, "I think I know your sister. Or, well, I met her once. Know her by association."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Which of them? Death, Despair, or Del?"

He asks with mild curiosity, and no apparent anger at her confusion. Most people are confused within seconds of attempting to talk to Dream.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

And there's Sidhe princess, glancing over to him. Her head tilting, as if half remembering something. She looks preplexed and curious all at once. Manners dictate that if she stares she should speak

"Good evening"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Meredeth Gentry."

He murmurs with a faint nod.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks quietly. Startled..she turns her head.

"..Do..do I know you?"

Quiet

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"No. I do, however, know you."

He's terribly reassuring, isn't he?

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She stares at him very still, before her head tilts a little.

"You do? how so?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"I am Dream."

He says it simply, and with another nod of his head.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

"Dream?"

She sounds confused, but there's a vague remembrance in her eyes

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Dream."

He doesn't bother to say it firmly. One look in the folds of the nightmare robe, one glance into the stars of his eyes, make it obvious. He is Dream. Not a god thereof, but the personification thereof.