Concerning appearance Dream definitely has more of a Morticia Addams-vibe, but when it comes to relationships he’s more like Gomez: he adores his partners unconditionally with an absolute, burning desire.
At first usually Dream’s romantic partners find it fun — after all, it’s quite flattering to have an ancient, nigh omnipotent being wrapped around one’s finger. But then, come a month or two it usually becomes too much and even though most are more considerate than to say it out loud they think Dream’s too clingy, possessive and ridiculously dramatic.
The outcome of these relationships wary from bad to absolutely horrifying and Dream, although he claims himself unchanging, learns through centuries that he should not be too much, too clingy, too embarrassingly needy.
That is until Hob Gadling comes along.
Hob, who makes getting dipped into a kiss even in the middle of a room full of people their new norm.
Hob, who doesn’t mind Dream attending his lectures or interrupting Hob explaining the marvels of capitalism, saying: “I’d challenge that idea.” only for Hob to look around the lecture room, the walls mounted with various antique weaponry and say: “Épée or foil, dearest?”
Hob, who doesn’t flinch when Dream puts a tentative hand on his waist at the a university ball where Hob teaches these days, but leans into Dream’s touch and proudly shows off the ring with the brilliant ruby on his finger to his colleagues. “This is my husband,” he introduces Dream, his smile wide, bright and completely besotted. They only exchange a few words with the faculty’s dean before Hob pulls Dream to the side of the crowd and asks, “My love, how long has it been since we waltzed?”
“Hours,” Dream says wistfully and he’s just about to start worrying that maybe, maybe he was too much again when Hob grins and says,
“I think it’s high time we did it again.”
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