Morpheus and Destruction backpacking out of Hob's dream and onwards to walk between the stars and going to the most far away planes and exotic realms.
And Hob doesn't dream of Morpheus again, afterwards, because rarely does anyone have the power to dream of the Lord Shaper if he doesn't wish it and that stays true even for his retired aspect.
But on their centennial date Hob is there again, at the New Inn, not expecting his friend to show because he's dead, right, and the last time he saw him was only a dream. So he sits down at his table, drinks his beer, mostly out of habit and for old time's sake.
And then, shortly before dusk, the door opens and in walks his Stranger, his friend, a smile on his face and his hair falling down to his shoulders. He's in a t-shirt and light pants, the clothes are still dark but there's some chroma in them now, red and blue and purple and he's dressed appropriately for summer for once. Around his wrist he's got a number of bracelets in all shapes and colors and around his neck dangles a necklace that may be made of shells that may not be from earth. He is, quite shockingly so, wearing some type of flip-flops.
Needless to say Hob stares, open mouthed when Morpheus finally stops in front of him.
"Hello, Hob. Good to see you." he says like someone who just came back from a soul vacation.
And Hob knows he's not dreaming this time, just knows it on some fundamental level just like he knows that he attended his friends funeral. It takes another moment for it all to settle.
"Good to see you too. Last time we met, you were dead." he replies then, ever the optimist, finally smiling back at his friend "Glad it didn't stick."
Morpheus nods as he sits down.
"I walked the Sunless Lands for a while. But I soon grew weary of them and without being bound to my duties any longer I did not see why I should not explore the realms beyond and the planes above. My younger brother is an avid traveler and had invited me to join him." he says.
Hob leans back in his chair and regards his best friend for a moment. He looks good, happier than Hob has ever seen him and just a little more tangible than usual. There, on his bare arms and across his nose Hob spots glittering freckles and something that might be the lightest tan if he had human skin.
"I'd love to hear about your adventures." he offers and is rewarded with another smile.
They sit and talk long into the night and after the New in closes they move on to Hob's place and keep talking until the dawn kisses the horizon. Because finally, finally Morpheus has a story to share that is utterly and entirely his own.
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I love that there’s no reason for Lifeweaver to be as jacked as he is. In lore he’s a weird genius and a delicate hippie who spends his time petting deer and planting flowers. In-game he has less HP than Reaper and Mei while having a MUCH larger hitbox. His gigantic hitbox is in fact the biggest non-tank human’s in the game. It actively makes him a worse pick.
There was legitimately NO reason to build this man like a damn linebacker. I respect the dedication Overwatch has to making ridiculously huge people 🫡
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