teleutes.
something gentled in her, at the slight touch to her arm, in the clear hesitation of the action. she knew, of course, that morpheus often struggled to show his emotions, to be free with them as she was. and that was alright; death loved him, anyway, and always would. even still, however, it made even the tiniest gesture of affection from him feel like a shout. a small touch, from her brother, was the equivalent of hugging her as tightly as she had him. she knew what it took from him to do, and it made her smile at him, a proud beaming thing that showed the whites of her teeth. it gave her the will to squeeze his arms once before finally releasing him completely, instead tucking her arms behind her back and twining her fingers together.
❝ it takes a lot more than that to make me disappointed in you, dream, ❞ she countered good-naturedly, fixing him with a knowing gaze. in truth, she was fine with whatever he had been doing in this place, as long as it didn’t involve the dark and sometimes bitter wallowing he often found himself in. especially now, when she hadn’t been sure he’d been completely back on his feet in the first place. feeding pigeons, tromping through the woods, hell, even scuba diving: she didn’t care, as long as dream was taking care of himself. and now that she had found herself here with him, she had every intention of making sure he did just that until they found a way out.
❝ adjusting well, i hope? ❞ there was a searching note in her tone, a raised eyebrow that conveyed that the question wasn’t rhetorical. ❝ what have you been up to here, before i found you? ❞
THERE IS A KINDNESS TO DEATH unlike that of any other endless, and it has only flourished with time. he knows not why his sister toils with niceties oft undeserved by those she expresses them too, and yet, she persists regardless. he finds the question frequently waiting at his lips, but... it occurs to him that might be considered a foolish thing to ask, as though he should already know the answer, and so, his curiosity is abated once more. it doesn’t matter--- she has her ways, and he has his own.
it is unfortunate that they should share in this imprisonment; he laments the circumstances for them both--- is it selfish to find her presence here a comfort however? it troubles him to think in such a way of his sibling, but... would she not say the same of him? it is in her nature to find even an ounce of goodness where most would find none, even in the most bleak of situations.
❝ as well as one can. ❞ dream answers, lending little else to that conversation, ❝ i have been studying this realm. i had hoped to... understand it, to some avail. ❞
it is unusual, and just aside that which he has witnessed in the span of his existence. similar, in that it is a realm beyond the reach of the waking world, but different enough to set it apart from the abodes of the endless. he continues to seek answers as best as he can, and privately hopes the same fate does not befall the rest of their family.
❝ what of you? ❞
