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yesterday’s gone (we’ll make it through)—xiii
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Dream wakes to find himself in Hob’s bed once more, though he’s certain he fell asleep on the couch. Hob snores quietly behind him; fingers press, curled and warm, against Dream’s back. Carefully, Dream rolls over and stares at the ceiling. It’s too early—the clock on the table says it’s only going on six in the morning—but already, his thoughts are racing.
Hob had been too nervous yesterday when readying for what he claimed were merely office hours. He kept ducking out of the flat at random times throughout the day. Dream had followed once, tried to see what was calling Hob away, only to watch Hob disappear through a doorway. The click of a lock had been enough to dissuade Dream from trying further. Hob is allowed his secrets.
But last night. . . Dream had woken just after midnight to an empty flat. Odder was the fact the New Inn was completely empty, as well, and darkened. The only illumination came from the lights outside the large windows. The shadows had loomed larger than life, and he could have sworn he had seen a flash of beige, dark sunglasses. So he’d rushed back up to the flat.
“Go back to sleep.”
Dream turns his head to see Hob peering blearily at him through half-closed eyes. A hand comes up to rest on Dream’s arm, and Dream shivers under the touch. It’s soft, softer than any touch Dream has known in thousands of years.
Hob moves closer, tucking the edge of the blanket around Dream once more, and repeats softly, “Go back to sleep.”
Dream does.
Unfortunately, Hob’s life hasn’t come to a standstill: He still has to teach, has to cover shifts in the New Inn, has to go shopping for groceries. Has to maintain friendships that Dream is no part of. Hob has a life, and he’s put it off long enough for Dream.
This leaves Dream with too many empty hours that no amount of telenovelas will fill. He tries for the first two days, but even the most enthralling of stories can’t capture his attention for long. He hasn’t gathered up the courage to ask Hob where he had gone, and Hob hasn’t offered the information.
Almost a week after Hob’s secret disappearance, Dream finds himself heading downstairs to the New Inn. It’s early enough in the afternoon that there are hardly any people around. Only one man stands behind the bar today, a young woman emerging from the kitchen, when Dream peeks through the door separating the hallway from dining area. Four tables hold patrons, but no one looks his way.
He turns on his heel and eases his way through the narrow hall to the door Hob had vanished behind that day. Dream wraps cold fingers around colder metal, twists, then pauses at the sign on the door. Basement.
No.
He can’t.
He can’t go back.
Why would Hob have gone into the basement? What horrors does he hold down there?
Dream can’t go back. He can’t.
But it’s Hob. There are no horrors, no creatures being held against their will. No audience to mock and torment.
Why would Hob have gone into the basement?
Exhaling shakily, Dream clutches at the hem of his jumper with his free hand, pushing open the door with his other. The darkness beyond suffocates him. He steps back into the hallway, trembling violently. He can almost smell the heat of dozens of bodies crowded in the room, covered in robes. Almost blinded by too-bright lights and deafened by powerful chanting, a child screaming.
None of those exist here. Dream squeezes his eyes closed, panting in the quiet, and his heart maintains its rapid-fire tattoo. There is nothing to fear here. It’s the New Inn, not the manor in which he was held for so long. Dream may not know the people who work here, but Hob does.
And Dream knows Hob. He trusts Hob.
Hob is safety and peace, warm sunshine after a long period of rain. He’s steady comfort.
Dream clings to the ghost of care he can still feel on his skin from Hob’s touch. It’s almost enough as he takes a step forward.
The door creaks as it swings forward on its hinges. Dream inhales shakily, holds his breath, as he descends the narrow staircase. He crosses his arms over his chest, huddling in on himself. Each step squeaks beneath his feet, and his tremulous breathing echoes in the quiet. He nearly trips over his own feet when he reaches the bottom; he expected another stair only to find nothing.
Something cold and thin touches his face.
It’s pure instinct to stay completely silent, completely still, as the cold thin thing brushes against his cheek again. With one shaking hand, Dream reaches up to touch the thing. It’s a simple ball-chain, he finds. He gives it a careful tug, and the bare bulb overhead slowly rises to life.
There is nothing of importance down here. He can see that with even the most cursory glance. A few boxes sit stacked against the far wall, and a tall rack stands before another. The metal shelves are devoid of any bottles, a sight that would befuddle the average wine collector. Something taller takes up the corner between wine rack and boxes, but Dream refuses to examine it further.
There is no prison made of glass and iron. No bars to keep people out—or him in. There is no bloodstain of a most trusted subject. There are no binding sigils on the stone floor.
But the floor isn’t completely clean.
Dream frowns, cocking his head, at the hazy chalk lines on the floor. Most have been brushed into obscurity, but he recognises one of the symbols left behind. He turns slowly on his heel, and his eyes track invisible marks until he sees another blurred symbol. Dried purple-black petals have been swept aside, a burnt-out matchstick near the wall. A fat, white candle lies on its side.
Dream knows.
Footsteps come from directly overhead, and he can hear Hob’s voice in the hallway. Dream freezes, still staring at the remnants of the summoning circle. Hob. . .
“Clem, someone go down here?”
Clem shouts back, a muffled voice that means nothing to Dream, and the hinges squeal. The sound doesn’t rip him to focus. All he can think about is the fact that Hob has used magic to summon someone—something.
“Dream?”
He whirls, hand coming up reflexively, and Hob just barely ducks in time to not get a fist to the face. Or nonexistent sand. Dream isn’t sure which one he would have chosen. He stares, with wide eyes and breaking heart, at Hob as he straightens his spine.
“What are you doing down here?” Hob asks. “I—”
His voice cuts off when he sees the remains of what he’s done. Dark eyes fill with the sister flavour of guilt as they’d done in 1789 when he’d been scolded. When Dream had rebuked his behaviour. When, for the first time in four hundred years, Dream gave advice instead of merely listening.
Dream should have known then that Hob was more than an experiment. And now, Hob has done something once more, something deserving of Dream’s criticism, and all Dream feels is. . .
“What have you done?” he manages to croak out, and Hob flinches.
“Dream—”
“Who did you summon? What deals have you made?”
Hob can’t have made deals with demons—they’ll destroy him, they’ll take the flesh of the man his Sister can’t reap. Powerful beings, they’ve their place, but at Hob’s hand is not that place. Gods get their dues.
“I—Dream, I haven’t made any deals,” Hob protests. "C’mon, let’s talk about this upstairs.”
“You dared to summon a being. Who was it?”
Hob throws his hands in the air. “I did. I did dare, and I’m glad I did. I didn’t make deals, but I asked questions. That’s all.”
“Who?”
“Dream, please,” whispers Hob, shoulders slumping and face saying more than words. Pain resides in his eyes.
Dream knows. His mouth closes with a clack of teeth, and he storms past Hob. His footsteps thunder on the staircase, another set of thumps following quickly behind. He hesitates for a second in the hallway—where should he go? The flat is Hob’s home, not Dream’s, but anywhere else is unfathomable.
He chooses the relative safety of the known.
“I told you she wouldn’t help,” he all but snarls once Hob closes the front door behind them.
Hob crosses his arms over his chest, eyes sparking. “See, what she told me was that all you had to do was ask. She couldn’t make promises, but you have to actually ask!”
“I will not.”
“Why not? If there’s a chance of you getting back to your realm—”
“Because it is not her responsibility.”
“Dream, we’re no closer to figuring this out.”
Hob’s voice is soft, pleading, and Dream closes his eyes against the sound. The words are knives, slicing through him. He knows Hob is right: The Dreaming is just as separate from himself as it has been for a hundred and five years and three weeks.
But asking his Sister for help. . . Needing help. . . It’s too much, and Dream will never give in.
“I will not ask,” he finally says; his tone brooks no arguments, low and dangerous, “and you would do well to not involve yourself further.”
He hears as much as sees Hob deflating before him. Dream bites back the urge to apologise—what has he to say sorry for?—and steps around Hob. He hears a soft utterance of his name but does not turn around. He does not falter.
“Where are you going?” Hob asks as Dream steps out of the flat.
Dream lets the door closing behind him be answer enough.
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there are many dream in my life, one of them is going to france for study magister and doctoral, whatever they talk and think about my dream, but I always believe that Allah will hold my dream.. (amiin)
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myself: next, you must be a staff of 'kementrian perekonomian BEM ITS 2013/2014' ! AMIN
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