#[ something about dream2 still feeling a pull towards miecz because of it. ]

[formshaper]

"You're not who you were." He says. A roundabout way of saying, we aren’t a thing.

"... No," agrees Dream, very quietly. It almost seems to be looking through Mieczysław at times, its eyes a little too starry, a little too glazed. The iciness that had so cloaked its predecessor is still there, but there's something else underneath it: a vulnerability, a tendency to fracture and hurt in new ways...

"Though I remember you as he did. I inherited much from him."

Morpheus must have liked this human very much. Why else would this Dream feel so alone when it looks at him, and knows it cannot touch him? Selfish, it thinks. Mieczysław doesn't know it as he knew Morpheus - what did it expect?

Perhaps as an apology, Dream bows its head to him just-so, and extends an elegant hand towards a great archway: beyond it, the library.

"You are free to walk the Dreaming as you please tonight, Wanderer. But only for tonight."

#ic. #v: change or die #postguilt #[ i'm gripping you. i'm breathing in your ear. ] #[ something about morph.eus and miecz having a weird brief Will They Won't They dynamic that ended badly. ] #[ something about dream2 still feeling a pull towards miecz because of it. ] #[ something about dream2 Trying His Fucking Best not to implode about feeling rejected. ]