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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.
no subject
She stops midway however, and promptly falls to her side staring at her brother instead. She has forgotten what she was running towards. Eyes fixed on her brother's obsidian ones, her tail is finally tamed and is lying calmly behind her.
no subject
Then, lazily pads over to her, flops down alongside her, and begins to groom her face where the colors are starting to drip off.
Seeing no reason to speak aloud ( no need to upset other visitors to the gallery) he speaks in the ways of cats; with body language and eyes.
Shall we visit the angel Alexiel, little one?