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ibrithir-was-here · 11 months

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Its almost 2 AM. And instead of sleep I wrote Baby Dream AU drabble, cuz Calliope only graces me in her time zone I guess. Might be a part two. Anyway here ya go xD

Baby Dream Drabble (part 1?)

Jessamy was a raggedy, much mended, button eyed stuffed raven. She was Morpheus's only friend, and he loved her more than anything in the world.

Teleute had given Jessamy to him on his first birthday, though of course he didn't remember that.

She'd made Jessamy with her Gift. He knew that, even if he didn't know how. He didn't really know how any of their Gifts worked. He just knew that they all had them.

Portos could See,

Teleute could Give--and Take Away

And he could Dream

The others were too small yet for their gifts to be clear. Olethros was just four, the twins were barely two, and baby Euphoria hasn't even reached a full year yet.

But Morpheus thought Portos already knew what their Gifts would be. After all, he had been the one to give them all their names, though he was only ten himself. He'd looked with seemingly unseeing eyes at each one of his siblings as they'd lain blinking up at him, hours old, and had Seen the shape of who'd they become, the outline of their life written out like a page within a great book that only he could read.

That was how he'd explained it to Morpheus anyhow.

The explanation seemed to be enough for Mother and Father as well. They'd just nodded and agreed, and then handed the newly named child off to their nanny, free now to pursue their own interests within the scope of their own Gifts, until those interests crossed to include each other again, in which case another child was added to the Aterenus family.

Another small bassinet to line the nursery, which would become a small bed within a few years, shuffled over to make room for another small bassinet. Each one set up and left to the care of the nanny who'd been taken on that month.

They never stayed long. They found the house too lonesome to abide, the masters too difficult to appease, and the children too strange to love.

The children learned to make due.

Portos spent his time wandering the gardens of the estate, keeping out of everyone's way, his fingers tracing over his books.

Morpheus, at six, wasn't technically allowed in the library, but sometimes he managed to sneak in, and when he did he'd pour over the pictures of every book he could reach. He didn't understand all of the words, but he'd make up stories around the pictures and the words he could read, whispering them allowed to Jessamy.

Teleute, always the most outgoing of the three eldest siblings, and though she was only eight and the nanny should have been watching, she managed to always find a way out of the manor house and out into "the real world" as she called it, though it was only the local village.

She would come back with tales of such fantastic things as shops and cinemas and other children to play with, children who were called home at last by mothers who smiled and fathers who laughed and hugged them close.

Morpheus drank in her stories like he was someone's dying of thirst.

And at night he'd Dream of them.

The shops and cinemas and happy children with happy parents. As vibrantly and fully as he could. And for a few hours each night he'd wrap himself in a bubble of warmth that he'd never felt in the waking world.

Sometimes he'd even be able to pull bits out from the dreams. Only little things though. A wrapper fromna sweet he'd never tasted, a stub from a film he'd never seen, a flower from a feild he'd never played in.

He never could seem to pull out the big things. The friends, the smiling families, the warm feelings.

He thought perhaps, if he could see them once himself, in truth, then maybe the next time he Dreamed them he could make them real.

If he could see them just once, he knew he could.

That was how one day he'd found himself, Jessamy in tow as always, ducking through the underbrush, scrambling through the hole in the fence Teleute had told him of, and running as fast as his small legs could carry him down to the village. Towards sunshine and smiles and maybe even a friend who could speak back to him.

He got to the bottom of the hill when the men in the dark car grabbed him.

They put something on his mouth that muffled his scream and made him feel strange and sleepy--and when he did sleep he didn't dream.

When he finally woke, feeling sick and fuzzy, he was somewhere dark and cold and hard. There was a strange painted circle around him, and that made him feel more sick and fuzzy.

There were people all around him also, and their shadowed faces were as cold and hard as the room they were crowded in.

The man they called Mr. Burgess was the hardest and coldest of all. He shouted at the others for "grabbing the wrong one" and several other things about the difficulty of spells and alignments and other things Morpheus didn't understand.

And then he'd started shouting at Morpheus.

He wanted to know what he could do, what his Gift was, what he was good for.

Morpheus didn't answer. He was too afraid to. In case his Gift was not what they wanted. In case it was.

He wasn't supposed to tell people about his Gift. None of them were. It was one of the few things his parents had ever told him, besides to stop bothering them. Never let anyone know what he and his siblings could do. They would be in terrible trouble if they ever did. People would do horrible things to them if they found out about their Gifts.

Morpheus didn't want to know what could be more terrible than being in this place, with these people.

So he kept quiet. He kept quiet for three days. He thought it was three anyway, it might have been more. He couldn't tell, here in the darkness.

He kept quiet, and ate the little food they gave him and drank the little water, and hugged Jessamy to him tightly when he got too hungry and didn't want to cry, for fear he wouldn't be able to stop.

He felt like that more and more often.

Each day Mr. Burgess came down to yell at him. To yell and demand and threaten. And Morpheus felt fear locking his mouth shut tighter with every horrible word that spilled from the man's mouth. And he spent each night cowering from nightmares of the man; towering over him as he shrank smaller and smaller, chasing after him in the darkness, locking him in a glass bubble with no air, suspended naked for all to see.

And on the third or fourth or seventh day, Mr. Burgess snatched Jessamy out of Morpheus's arms.

And he tore her into pieces.

He dumped the pieces outside of the painted circle, where Morpheus couldn't reach them. He could only stare, thick, silent tears running down his thinning cheeks as he stared at the tatters that had been his only friend.

He thought, dimly, that he didn't think he could talk now even if he wanted to.

And he didn't want to. He didn't want to do anything but be somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away.

Somewhere warm, and safe. Where Mr Burgess couldn't be. Where there would be softness instead of hard stone, and enough to eat, and…and…

Morpheus curled up on the stone, as tightly as he could, and let his mind drift off. He hadn't tried to Dream, properly Dream, the whole time he'd been here. Worried his Dreaming might give his gift away, worried it would make things worse.

He didn't think things could get worse now.

At least if he Dreamed, he might see Jessamy again.

If he was very lucky, maybe he wouldn't even wake up.

And so he let the Dream wrap around him, hoping that wherever it took him, it would never end

***

It was the smell of pancakes that woke him.

He didn't really wake of course. Morpheus could tell he was in a dream, he always could. But in the dream he was waking up, and there was warmth and softness all around him.

A pillow and mattress beneath him, a blanket tucking him in. Both more comfortable than anything he'd ever had at home. More colorful too. As he blinked open his eyes, Morpheus saw a room filled with a galaxy swirl of color. The walls were covered in bright paper, the ceiling in little plastic stars, something his parents would never have allowed in the nursery lest they peel the paint.

The windows were a riot of color, stained glass that the warm sunlight filtered through to send a rainbow down onto Morpheus's equally star-covered blanket.

And there were toys.

Toys of all shapes and sizes and descriptions, in bright and cheery colors, scattered on shelves and in woven baskets and some simply scattered on the floor, another afront his parents would never have stood for, though Morpheus couldn't remember the last time they'd actually been inside the nursery.

In permeating it all was the wonderful smell of pancakes, coming through the door on the other end of the room.

Slowly, afraid that at any moment he'd take a wrong step, trip over a toy and take a tumble and wake with a jolt back in his waking nightmare, Morpheus tip-toed his way across the floor, the starry blanket pulled about his shoulders, determined to keep its warmth about him as long as he could.

He took a breath, turned the handle, and walked into a large open room. There was a comfortable looking , a few bookcases filled with interesting looking books, and a television set turned off, but a radio was playing somewhere.

And at the far end it opened into a kitchen space, where a man stood, his back turned to Morpheus, flipping pancakes and humming along with the radio.

Morpheus stopped in his tracks, frozen at the sight of the towering adult. He was broad and strong looking, with longer hair than Morpheus had seen on a man, with a reddish tint to it that reminded Morpheus of his father's hair. He wondered how loud this man could yell, how hard he could hit.

Morpheus gulped, took a step back. wondered if it was too late to sneak back into the wonderful bedroom, lock the door and hope he wouldn't be noticed. If he was very very quiet he could probably get away and--

And right then his stomach gave an almighty rumble.

It would have been loud in the waking world, in a dream it practically echoed.

Morpheus froze up like a deer in headlights, hunger displaying as icy fear flooded his stomach as the man froze, and then turned…

The warmest, softest, kindest eyes Morpheus had ever seen settled on him, widening in surprise for a moment and then crinkling up into a happy welcoming smile.

Morpheus had never known that people could smile with their eyes.

"Hullo" The man said, crouching down to get on eye level with Morpheus, "Who might you be then?"

Morpheus opened his mouth to answer--and then shut it again, looking down at his feet as he felt his cheeks flush under the attention. He hadn't spoken much to adults even before he'd been taken, afraid of hearing once more that he needed to be quiet, to get out of the way. He'd never had someone approach him like this, on his level instead of towering over him.

It was strange and disconcerting and…and nice.

And yet he still couldn't make himself speak. He'd gone so long without using his voice by now that he was almost afraid of what he'd hear if he tried.

But he knew if he didn't say something the man would start to get angry. He'd start to yell and then then--

Morpheus felt his chest tightening again, his throat felt thick even as he tried to summon up something, anything to say before the tears burning at the edges of his eyes could fall.

"Hey hey, it's alright"

The man's soft voice broke through the ice of Morpheus's panic like the sunshine of Spring thawing a frozen lake, its soothing tones sinking down into him, pulling him up from the depths he'd been sinking into.

"Bit shy? That's alright then. Suppose it's rude of me to ask before I've even introduced myself."

He held out a hand, slowly, so that Morpheus wasn't even startled into thinking it was coming towards him.

"I'm Hob, Hob Gadling. Would you like some pancakes then, little dream?"

Morpheus looked at the man, Hob's, hand, open in invitation, held steady, not gearing up for a slap. He looked at his warm smile, his kind eyes. And for the first time in more days than he knew, Morpheus felt warm all through.

He reached out his own hand, and placed it cautiously in Hob's. It curled over, dwarfing his small one, cupping it gently but not squeezing, not trapping in anyway. And Morpheus nodded his head. Yes, he would love some pancakes. He was so, so hungry.

Hungry for food and warmth and the kindness in Hob's face, a kindness he didn't think he'd ever seen till now, had never known could exist outside of his older sister and the comforting softness of his lost Jessamy.

Hob's smile became even brighter, and he gently, so gently, took Morpheus's hand as he led him to the table, where a plate of steaming, golden pancakes lay, stacked and waiting.

"Well come on then, I'd love the company. Stay as long as you'd like"

Morpheus wondered if he could stay forever.

***

When Hob Gadling woke up that morning, there were tears in his eyes, and a smile on his face.

He'd long since gotten used to the tears.

But it had been a long while since he'd woken up smiling.

Not since Eleanor, not since Robyn…

The little dream boy--he hadn't looked like Robyn at all. Dark where Robyn had been fair, quiet when he's never been able to get Robyn to stop talking.

He wished now he'd never tried.

But he was glad all the same, of the chance to be there for a child again, to make food to share, to read a silly picture book with ridiculous rhymes while the small dream boy had curled up next to him, wide eyed over some silly simple story Hob couldn't even recall now.

It had been a silly simple dream too. He'd played silly simple games and made silly stupid jokes he hadn't played or made in years and though the dream child hadn't laughed, he had finally smiled. And oh, it was such a sweet little smile, it lit up his whole face.

And he'd gotten to tuck a child in for bed once more, in a room that certainly did not exist in his real flat but fit so perfectly into his dream one, just as the dream child had seemed to fit perfectly into his existence as well, filling a space he'd long tried to avoid remembering was empty.

Hob hoped he'd dream the same dream again. He wouldn't mind seeing the sweet little dream child again.

He never expected to start dreaming it every night.

#baby dream au #my writing #platonic dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #sandman au #sandman fic #good thing i dont work till 11 #good greif i gotta get to sleep #death of the endless #roderick burgess #the endless family #destiny of the endless #Morpheus #tw child abuse #angst #hurt comfort #this does have a happy ending for baby Morpheus dont worry #jessamy the raven

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tryan-a-bex · 2 months

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Walking with the Endless

Rose and Jed get to meet the rest of their Endless family members! In two fics (about 9k words total, teen) and with Rose and Jed art by @ilya-halfelven.

(It's not a scene from the fic but Ilya did it for me while I was editing and I love it so I'm sharing it. Maybe I'll write a fic for it later.)

#rose walker #jed walker #unity kincaid #the endless family #scooby gang #velma dinkley #scooby doo #the sandman x scooby doo #tryana find it back

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littledreamling · 1 year

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I love posts/fics about Hob meeting the entire Endless family as much ad the next person, but I genuinely think that the only one he shouldn’t (and wouldn’t want) to meet is Destiny. I firmly believe that he and Death would be besties (and probably meet more often than Hob and Dream, let’s be honest). If Hob ever met Destruction, I think they would be week;y drinking buddies, reminiscing about the past, about the wars, and hoisting each other out of maudlin musings of all they have been responsible for in the past; I think they would be good for each other. I think Desire would take a keen interest in Hob, right up until they realized that the only desire Hob has is a desire for life, for everything that life has to offer; he has no interest in material possessions or any of the other worldly ambitions that most mortals have. Despair would adore Hob, if only because he would welcome her presence; he understands her importance and has felt her influence throughout his long life far too many times to be uncomfortable around or hateful towards her essence. Delirium, too, would love Hob, because his love of life, his delight in the simple joys, mirrors hers; he would be perhaps the most patient and understanding of her eccentricities and odd behavior (he has raised a child before, and Delirium’s temperament is not unlike that of a child; it sparks that same paternal instinct that urges him to comfort, to play along, to listen enraptured to her long-winded and winding stories).

Destiny, however, is a painful meeting. Every meeting with Destiny is painful, not because he is cruel, but simply due to his nature. He is the past, the present, the future. He is everything you must know, not necessarily what you want to hear. And he knows this. To Dream, he even says “I am Destiny. I am what must happen, will it or no. And I am your brother. If I could live your life for you, I would. But that is not within my power.” He knows that his advice and guidance is unwelcome, just as he knows exactly how those around him will react to it. He knows whether or not they will follow it before he even gives it. He cares deeply for his family but even as he tries to help them, he knows how futile his efforts are, and he hates it. And while this has somewhat devolved into a half-assed character study of Destiny, I think that he’s the one Endless sibling that all of the other siblings would try to keep Hob as far away from as possible. His presentiments are painful enough for his fellow Endless (going so far as to send Dream spiraling into a half-page meltdown); I can’t imagine how Hob’s human mind, immortal as he may be, would react to finding himself face-to-face with Destiny and all of his infinite knowledge (which, as we see with Delirium’s shift from Delight, isn’t as infinite as Destiny likes to think it is, but that’s beside the point). Destiny knows everything about Hob, his birth, his life, and his eventual death. This wouldn’t be welcome information for anyone involved, yet Destiny carries the burden of this knowledge, and everyone knows it. It would be a meeting on eggshells and a bed of nails.

This got really ramble-y but long story short, I think Hob meeting every other Endless sibling would be humorous/wholesome, but everyone has a vested interest in keeping Hob away from Destiny. It would be a meeting that could only end in pain and heartache and far too much insight into his own future, insight that no human should ever have.

#dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman #sandman netflix #hob gadling #death of the endless #desire of the endless #despair of the endless #delirium of the endless #delight of the endless #destiny of the endless #destruction of the endless #the endless #the endless family #neil gaiman

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inkyinsects · 1 year

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Mermaid AU - Endless Oceans

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and have started to put together a story but here’s some ideas.

I’d think it’d be set with the surface being the equivalent of the waking and the sea as each realm of the endless. The endless would be some sort of old sea monsters of legend and earned their names through their legacy or appearance.

Destiny: Largest + oldest/ mostly stays at the bottom of the ocean and doesn’t like to interfere with others (rarely takes action).

Death: Second oldest and most well known/ earned her name through legends of her skill and her skeletal appearance (grim reaper).

Dream: Not as well known but there’s still sea-shanty’s about him/ can put people to sleep through sand or touch. Hates the surface and only goes there to hunt or gets dragged there by Death. (Tail resembles his cloak)

Destruction: Most vicious and often feared for his brute strength/ has many scars and is more independent (not often seen)

Desire: Referred to as a siren and lures people into the water with their songs. Loves to play pranks on siblings (mostly Dream) and is never seen too far away from Despair. (Bright red tail)

Despair: Often picks off stragglers and is more shy than Desire. Not as well known because she doesn’t go to the surface enough to garner attention/ prefers to be hidden. (Kelp tail/Seahorse tail?)

Delirium:Fastest and most energetic (youngest). Causes people to hallucinate land, food, safety, etc…/ confuses boats to steer and crash into rocks. (Tiger fish or blue wring octopus tail)

Each Endless would have a varying degree of eldritch horror about them (They can chose to resemble people more or to appear more monstrous) and I think that each would have some sort of legend or sea shanty that old sailors would sing about in taverns and inns.

In this au Hob would be some sort of pirate or sailor (his ship’s called the Immortal) who got caught up with these eldrich beings all because Death wanted to convince Dream humans aren’t as bad as he thinks.

It would start with Hob sailing across the sea until his ship is attacked by the endless and is tossed overboard. They’re all picking off survivors until Death suggests a bet to Dream, to use Hob as an test to see if humanity is redeemable or as bad as Dream thinks. He accepts obviously because he hates being proven wrong, so that’s how Hob ends up being the sole survivor of the attack and maybe carried into shore by Dream. They keep meeting on the shore or boats (the Immortal survived the attack) and Dream is constantly proven wrong about Hob as a person. Hob keeps returning to sea to look for the creatures of legend that for some reason spared his life but won’t tell him anything.

Dream hates the land and refuses to go above the surface (Death says he has to get out more). Over time Dream opens up to Hob about his distrust but admiration for humans and their music/ stories. But nothing good ever lasts when Roderick Burgess lives. He sets sail in order to capture one of the legendary endless because they killed his son out at sea. He draws them in and aims for Death but Dream pushes her out of the way of the net (made of chains) that was meant for her. Roderick takes Dream - instead because at least he got one right?

Burgess puts Dream in a glass cage (fish tank/ with magic ruins because ancient sea beasts are not found in a pet shop) and holds many extravagant parties. He mostly invited survivors of the endless and presents Dream as some sort of trophy for ‘defeating the legendary beasts of old’ and that’s how Hob finds himself at a party too fancy for his liking staring at his friend in an over sized fish bowl.

So he does the only rational thing and breaks his friend out. Which leads to Hob carrying a very weakened Dream in his arms like an oversized tuna while running towards the sea being chased by Burgesses men and local sailors.

I have to stop there because I want the ending to be a surprise but let’s say Death chose the right human to help her brother.

#endless oceans au #the sandman #hob gadling #dreamling #dream of the endless #the sandman netflix #morpheus #the endless family #mermaid au

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bobbole · 1 year

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The Endless - art by Riley Rossmo

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #delirium of the endless #destruction of the endless #the endless family #illustrator #Riley Rossmo #sandman art

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ineffablyendless · 1 year

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Been reading a lot of metaphysical and eldritch Dream in Sandman fics lately (Dreamling fics) and i keep reading comparisons of the Endless to gems. Which isn't unreasonable, but it did occur to me that i dont exactly view Endless forms so much as facets of a gem more so a vertical cylinder on a piece of paper, or the elephant and 5 blind men.

A one dimensional being would see a dot, or line. A two dimensional being would see a line, or a circle . A 3 dimensional being would see the vertical cylinder. Its all the same object, all of its facets are true, the difference simply being a limited matter of perspective. Who knows what Dreams looks like 4th dimensionally? 5th? 10th? His dimensions are Endless. Its all the same person.

Similar to the Blind men and an elephant, how the men touching legs assume them to be tree trunks, the man by the ears assuming palm leaves, the one by the tail assumes a short rope. There is no vessel, no falsehoods. Its all part of the same elephant, viewed through a limited perspective

#The Sandman #Dream of the Endless #the endless family #Metaphysics #Its a fascinating discussion to me

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itachi86 · 1 year

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“The thing about Destruction’s family was that they were totally predictable and boring for around a million years, and then every once in a while one of them (Dream) went so entirely, egregiously off track that the entire family essentially became completely different people because there was no way to deal with the situation if you were predictable and boring.”

#fanfiction things #the stars move still #quotes #the endless family #haha #i'm back on this fic cuz it's still ongoing #i just read the latest chapter #all of dream's fam discussing him and hob

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elitadream · 3 months

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Reunion time! 😄💕

#I was SO happy to finally be back home that I immediately felt inspired to make a little something for the occasion 🥰#No more prolonged absence - only good vibes 😌✨#I have often entertained scenarios where Mario would be gone for a while #either going on a side mission or thoroughly exploring the realm to ensure its safety #each time returning a bit rough-looking and somewhat exhausted; but safe and content #Both Luigi and Peach would be there to greet him most enthusiastically upon his arrival 🤗#It would be a blissful moment of relief and delight for the three of them everytime #The joy of being together once more would never fail to fill them with endless warmth and delight #It's a scene I've pictured countless times before #The whole concept lives in my head rent free 🥺💗#And thanks to you guys and your AMAZING support I finally drew it! :D #I love them and I love YOU #Mario #Princess Peach #Mario x Peach #Mareach #Luigi #best bros #family #friendship #romance #group dynamic #Super Mario Bros #fanart

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lemoneyshipz · 7 months

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reposting this bc i jus posted it on bsky and realized i have made a lot more minor changes to it since then and is less trouble for me than going all the way back to find and edit the original post

#dream of the endless #desire of the endless #the sandman #drawing #morpheus #sandman #fanart #art #artist #lemoneyshipz #the endless family

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windsweptinred · 1 year

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Camellia, " My destiny is in your hands."

(The Garden of Forking Ways, two brothers sit together amongst the verdant trees and ruined archways)

"My answer remains the same as it always was and ever shall be Dream. I will not read ahead. Not even for you my younger brother. And especially not for such frivolous reasons."

Dream glared in indignation , bitting back the angry retort on the tip of his tounge. One he'd readily unleash on any, save his eldest sibling. Releasing a frustrated breath, he gathered his thoughts, attempting to quickly reform his argument. Mainly addressing how he and Destiny's opinion on what was deemed frivolous, varied quite dramatically. He stopped short when he noticed his brother close his eyes, eyelids tightened, brows furrowed and tense. An action, for any other then Destiny he surmised...Would have them rubbing at their eyes in pursuit of some relief.

"You are tired Destiny?"

Destiny sighed deeply before straitening, heaving his book closed. "The universe weighs heavy in my hands little brother. As it's consciousness must also bear down upon you. It cannot be helped. It is our duty."

Dream's gaze lingered on the gleaming cuff that bound his brothers wrist. Before reaching out instinctively for the great book resting in his brother lap, fingers stopping a hair's breadth from it.

"If it was only possible, I would carry your burdern for you my brother. Even if all I could offer was a moments reprieve."

Destiny rose, looking down upon his little brother. A slight frown marring his lips. The clang of his ominous chain loud in the silence.

"You have a kind heart brother mine. And I pray fate shall not punish you for it. Would that I was permitted a free hand, I would carry pouch, jewel and helm so you could play freely about my gardens...As an eldest ought. But it is not so."

At that, Dream stood at his brothers side, laying a hand gently upon his forearm. "I would not ask it of you even if it was so. I try always to follow your footsteps big brother, and fulfill the responsibilities of my office without qualm."

For a brief moment, Dream thought he saw a look of deep resignation pass over Destiny's face. Before he schooled his features and nodded in acknowledgement of his brothers words.

" Walk with me a while, sweet phantasia. "

Dream startled softly, "It has been an age since you have called me that brother."

"Indeed. Perhaps then, we should indulge in another long since pasttime. Shall you and I play a game of pretend Dream?"

Dream stared blatantly at Destiny, mouth agape, mystified. An act that he swore seemed to greatly amuse the other. Not that his brother so much as quriked his lip. With his free hand, Destiny reached out, plucking a camellia in full bloom from a nearby bush. Pushing it into Dream's bemused grasp, who gripped it's stem reverently. With that, his older brother gently carded his fingers through his dark mane, pulling forth a poppy, Dream was certain, had not been there moments earlier. With special care, Destiny placed it in his already occupied grip, resting between hand and book.

"I accept your offer little brother. If you will, bear the weight of destiny for me. And for your compassion, I in turn, shall hold their dreams for you."

With that, Destiny turned and started down a tunnelled path. Lined on either side with ancient collums and a natural formed canopy of ivy. Dream raced to rejoin his side, a bright smile playing about his lips.

"So, how fares the Dreaming my brother?"

Destiny seemed to consider the question for a moment, before somberly responding,

"Silent and serene. I ordered all its residents to go about their business, quietly and content."

Dream raised an eyebrow in playful shock, "And they obeyed without question?"

"Just so."

"How very unusual!"

Destiny turned his head to regard his brother, a slight something shinning from his sightless eyes. "Quite. And how is my garden in your care? "

Dream smirked mischievously. Holding out the camellia, each petal now sparkling in a luminous rainbow of colours.

"Oh my brother, I'm afraid I have filled every last last nook and cranny with the impossible."

"Ofcourse."

#dream of the endless #destiny of the endless #the endless family #the sandman #mini fic #my artwrok #the sandman fanart

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