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Log: Ongoing
When; Oct. 25th ( evening)
Rating; PG at best
Characters; Morpheus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1st_dream_king, Delerium timebreaks
Summary; Cats of a feather....?
Log;
The Hall of the Lost held a sedate, and subdued atmosphere on most days.
This suited the former King of Dreams' similar demeanor, but now that his youngest sister was also sharing the space, the portraits of those few souls who found escape from The Ticking Clock would occasionally be decorated with the odd wildly colored floating fish, or a multitude of singing butterflys.
Morpheus had been very indulgent of Delerium's eccentricities, and even been somehwat touched by her adamant claim that she had missed him since his 'death'.
And so when she seemed a bit unhappy ( if one may tell any mood inher mercurial shifting nature) he decided to do something unexpected to match her, and hopefully, cheer her somewhat.
Thus; a sleek fine-boned cat now padded through the hall. The lights from the portrait's lamps catching deep midnight blue highlights in the otherwise unrelieved black sheen of it's coat.
It paused and looked about with obsidian eyes that reflected the sparse light into starfields floating in the void.
Rating; PG at best
Characters; Morpheus
1st_dream_king, Delerium timebreaks Summary; Cats of a feather....?
Log;
The Hall of the Lost held a sedate, and subdued atmosphere on most days.
This suited the former King of Dreams' similar demeanor, but now that his youngest sister was also sharing the space, the portraits of those few souls who found escape from The Ticking Clock would occasionally be decorated with the odd wildly colored floating fish, or a multitude of singing butterflys.
Morpheus had been very indulgent of Delerium's eccentricities, and even been somehwat touched by her adamant claim that she had missed him since his 'death'.
And so when she seemed a bit unhappy ( if one may tell any mood inher mercurial shifting nature) he decided to do something unexpected to match her, and hopefully, cheer her somewhat.
Thus; a sleek fine-boned cat now padded through the hall. The lights from the portrait's lamps catching deep midnight blue highlights in the otherwise unrelieved black sheen of it's coat.
It paused and looked about with obsidian eyes that reflected the sparse light into starfields floating in the void.
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After a moment, the former Dream King sits, and regards her from over his shoulder, one ear cocked to the side.
This time, when she drops into a stalking crouch, he is ready and stares for a moment; starfield eyes shimmering with amusement.
Her multi-colored tail gives her away, and when she pounces, he roles with her niping at her foreleg in mock-annoyance.