#yayla

[nevzatboyraz44]

Karadeniz Yayla'larından 👏👈🤗❤️

Türkiye 🇹🇷

.....

From the Black Sea Plateaus 👏👈🤗❤️

Türkiye 🇹🇷

#karadeniz #yayla #tereyağı #türkiye #doğa #travel photography #travel destinations #travel #manzara #view #natural #europe #africa #Spotify

[dareyynn]

Dönmemek üzre sessiz bir yürüsem..

#nurullah genç #yağmur #yayla günlüğü #tumblr postları #10 posts #kadrajimdan #kadrajım #kadrajımdan #günün alıntısı #günden #güzel dostlar #yaylalar #yayla #şiirheryerde #şiir

[hosgeldinhuzun]

Çiçeğe dokunuşu çiçekten güzel.

#yayla #2020 #Balıkçı ve Oğlu #Zülfü Livaneli #💐 #hosgeldinhuzun

[jupiterliyazar]

Yaylada gün doğumunu seyredelim.

#edebiyat #düşünce #hayal #jupiterliyazar #yayla #gün doğumu #sevgi #saf sevgi

[hasbelkaderbiri]

Gök bize bağırmaz, rüzgar ve dağ bağırmaz. Onları duymak için biraz sessizleşip kalbe dönmeliyiz. Kalp kendisine usulca söylenen her güzel sözü duyar, çünkü sakin olan güzeldir. | 🌿💚

#kadrajımdan #burdur #yayla #çiçekler

[mesut-sems]

"İnsanlardan uzak duranlar, yalnızlık hissetmezler..Onlar Allah'ı bulmuşlardır.."

#Antalya #Yayla #Mor yer #kadrajımdan #my post #mesut sems

[manolllya0]

Memleketin havası da bir başka güzel ✨️

#keşfet #postlarim #yayla #tokat #memleket

[symnrf]

🌲🙆‍♀️

#ayder #rize #dağlar #yeşil #yayla #bulut #mountains #green

[ekiminhafizesii]

#yayla #Trabzon #📸 #dobarlanamayrim

[kahveyoksabendeyokm]

"Üstümüze zaman yağdı,hüznümüz ondan..."

#eskiler #ağaç #huzur #gökyüzü #kitap #yalnızlık #yeşillik #yayla #sessizlik #ayıcık #alıntı sözler #fotoğraf

[hictenlikle]

Şimdi dünya herkesten yapılmış bir gönül yorgunluğu..Şimdi dünya soğuk.. İnsan büyüdükçe bir bir ayrılıyormuş sevdiklerinden.. İnsan güzellikten önce korkuyu görüyormuş.. Şimdi dünya eşiklerde bir salkım gözyaşı.. Kimse odalara sığmıyor. 🌾

•Şükrü Erbaş

#şükrü erbaş #köy #yayla #nostalji

[dareyynn]

Günaydınlar efenimmm 💙

#gün doğarken #gün doğumu #tumblr postları #10 posts #kadrajimdan #kadrajım #kadrajımdan #yayla #yaylalar #günden #günün başlangıcı #şiir gibi #kahvesever

[nevzatboyraz44]

#doğa #manzara #türkiye #yayla #yamadağ #hekimhan #taşoluk mahallesi hekimhan malatya #malatya #çiçek #gül #kadın #tesettür #tesettürlü kadın #doğallık #saflık #masumiyet #zarafet #güğüm #omuzu güğümlü kadın #tesettür zarafettir

[jupiterliyazar]

Kekik kokusu yaylaları hatırlatıyor. Özlüyorum…

M.

#kekik kokusu #yayla #edebiyat #özlüyorum #düşünce #yazar #özlem #saf sevgi #benim kalemimden #jupiterliyazar

[papatyacaddesi]

yaylalar yaylalar..💚

#yayla #220522 #trabzon

[erengorman715]

Because I love these soft bois-

In the comics, we know Morpheus says very explicitly, “I do not dance. Even with my wife at my son’s wedding”. Well. Fuck that! I’m making the wet cat dance with one Hob Gadling. Becuz- fluff.

Warmth and comfort. More specifically, warmth and comfort overflowing. Freely. Lovingly. That is what Morpheus always felt whenever he stepped through Hob’s threshold into his flat, just as he is doing now. It wasn’t anything new for the Endless to just appear at Hob’s doorstep more often than not. It was agreed that it was welcomed to meet more than every century and Dream had sworn to visit whenever he was able. He enjoyed Hob’s company, as he came to find out. It was daresay, normal.

Following Hob as the man rambled about the latest student gossip that had occured that day, Morpheus let his eyes trail the knick-knacks that lined the halls that he’d become accustomed to seeing everytime he randomly visited the immortal. He was only half-listening, not finding much interesting regarding Hob’s students aside from snippets that involved their known idiocy. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoyed Hob’s love and adoration for his students and his teachings, but being away from humanity has its own setbacks of course. Not being capable of small talk enjoyment, is one of them.

Easily losing himself to the stories and history behind every beloved item Hob has procurred throughout the centuries, Morpheus nearly ran into Hob’s back had he not stopped at the last moment. Slowly blinking at the other man, the corners of Hob’s lips quirked upwards in amusement. Trying and failing of course, to hide it.

“Had you heard what I’d asked, my friend? Or anything I had said in the last 10 minutes for that matter?” It was less of a question, but more of a statement. A statement, Morpheus was sure, Hob knew the answer to. Not giving the immortal the satisfaction of an answer was an answer in of itself, causing the other man to chuckle.

“Always in your own world.” Hob said, more to himself than to Morpheus. But Morpheus heard, nonetheless. Not that Hob was wrong afterall. Morpheus came to his friend to relax, as his sister suggested to do. Which usually involved losing himself to things that interested him, more so the trinkets and books that held much history depending on what century Hob bought, stole, or “borrowed” them in.

Hob’s history. Morpheus thought with a smile. Continuing to let his eyes follow whatever path they chose to follow, Dream just sort of awkwardly stood in the middle of Hob’s sitting room, slowly spinning as he let his eyes drag his mind around. It was then that Dream found something new. Something that wasn’t in its place before.

“You like the turntable?” Came Hob’s voice, the man standing right beside him. When had he gotten there? Hob was certainly fussing about in the kitchen-

“Have any preference in music?” Hob asked then as he moved towards the device. Giving a soft shake of his head, Morpheus found himself fiddling with the cuff of his coat.

“Nothing that was made recently.” He replied, voice soft and almost…lost. Softly humming in acknowledgement, Hob fiddled around with some random vinyls, pulling one out, looking at the back, then putting it back in its place before restarting the process. Tilting his head slightly in amusement, curiousity, and confusion as to what his friend was doing, Morpheus went back to idley looking around the room with his hands gently linked behind his back.

As a soft ambient tune began to play, the slow instrumental brought Morpheus back to the present as the melody filled his ears with such pleasant symphonies. Feeling his own breath catch in his throat, Morpheus felt his eyes close as he let his head droop forward slightly as the wave of music washed over his physical form, gently guiding through the current.

~ I am not the only traveler,

Who has not repaid his debt,

I've been searching for a trail to follow again,

Take me back to the night we met, ~

As the music made the cavity between Morpheus’s ribs burn with an unknown intensity, a pair of calloused but gentle hands cupped his face. Slowly opening his eyes, Morpheus was met with Hob’s beautifully deep brown eyes. Laced with concern, he couldn’t help but stare at the velvet chocolatey gaze that just bore into him. Even so, it didn’t stop the slow almost catlike blink that Morpheus unconsciously did whenever he was most comfortable.

As a genuine smile grew on Hob’s face, he let his hands drop from Morpheus’s cheeks, instead finding solace wrapping around his thin waist. The action alone caused Morpheus to wrap his own arms around Hob’s neck, becoming gravitated towards the other man and seeking closeness.

“Dance with me.” Hob whispered, as he gently leant his forehead against Morpheus’s.

Morpheus of course, mimicked the action, gently pressing his body closer to the immortal as they started to gently sway in time with the music.

~ I had all and then most of you,

Some and now none of you,

Take me back to the night we met,

I don't know what I'm supposed to do,

Haunted by the ghost of you,

Oh, take me back to the night we met, ~

With the music in the background, gently guiding their dancing, though it was more just swaying than anything else, it was indeed magical. The warmth that filled Hob’s home was multiplied by a force, nearly knocking the air out of Morpheus’s lungs. His chest blossomed with an ever growing feeling of content and happiness.

He wasn’t a dancer. The King of Dream and Nightmares didn’t like to. The Shaper of Forms knew how to, he just never saw the urge to. Dream of the Endless, third eldest after Destiny and Death… Just never found the right partner. He was asked. But he always refused.

But Hob had asked. And left no room to say no.

While before, the idea of being left with no choice but to comply made Morpheus extremely trapped and uncomfortable, he knew that if he were to pull away, Hob would let him without question. Wouldn’t ask why or beg to continue. But instead, gently coax him to use his words to describe what felt wrong so he would not do it again.

But Morpheus wanted this to happen again.

He wanted Hob’s hands and arms engulfing him and pulling him close. Gently swaying to the beat if whatever song the immortal chose. He wanted this. More than the King of Dreams ever wanted anything in his eonic life.

~ When the night was full of terrors,

And your eyes were filled with tears,

When you had not touched me yet,

Oh, take me back to the night we met, ~

Terror was what filled him the night Jessamy died. One of the very few times he ever let his tears fall so freely. The pain never left his heart. How could it? She was amongst the most loyal and faithful. But with Hob, the pain didn’t cease. Her death wasn’t turned to be forgotten. But a remembrance. An embrace. The pain didn’t stop, but it became manageable. No long was it the blade of a knife cutting through his heart, but a silence that was left. Because she was here. She lived. And she died.

And looking to Hob, Morpheus thought the same thing. He is here. And he has yet to die. But that was something for far beyond the future. Because they were here, in the present, dancing to a beautiful song only humanity could create.

~ I had all and then most of you,

Some and now none of you,

Take me back to the night we met,

I don't know what I'm supposed to do,

Haunted by the ghost of you,

Take me back to the night we met, ~

As the song slowly descended into silence, the warmth receeding as the song faded away, neither being released their hold on each other. Neither wanting to. Neither willing to. Both in sweet contentment, the continued to gently sway in that apartment, held above a pub called The New Inn. This is usually the part of the story where you expect a soft kiss to finish the mood. An inkling of confession hanging in the air. But not this story. This story traversed through centuries. Survived war. Isolation. And Death. We do not need a kiss to know just how much their love has grown.

And neither do they.

They have each other. And for that, the world spares them this moment of silence.

Of longing.

Of Hope.

Of a possible happy ever after.

Because unlike us, they have eternity.

They has time.

THE END.

#fanfiction #the sandman #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #morpheus x hob #i hope this is okay! #lovesick #yayla #dream x hob #puppy #happy