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tampered2006-09-14 06:55 am
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Log: Incomplete
When; September 14th, near midnight.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Morpheus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1st_dream_king, Alessa Gillespie alesslearnt
Summary; Morpheus is a little concerned over, what he percieves as, Alessa's lack of control over Pyramid Head, also: How do Alessa and the being once known as Dream know each other anyway?
Log;
Morpheus preffered to take care of his new obligations at this time of night.
When much of the city was tucked away in thier beds, and the pulse of the very streets was muted.
Though he was no longer Lord Shaper, King of Dreams, he did still retain some of the priviledged 'talents' that office entailed.
And so with no more than a thought; he sttod now just inside the grandiose front doors of the Cathedral.
Fathomless eyes the color of nightfall without a star gazed from an apparently impassive bone-white face.
He knew the once-mortal, Alessa, called this place home for her presence was among the many strong forces that permeated the very bricks and mortar of this reflection of Holy Gorund.
"Alessa" he said in a voice that sounded more like a long-forgotten echo. A soft, oratory sound that was niether whisper nor shout, but still carried far and wide as only voices in dreams may do.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Morpheus
1st_dream_king, Alessa Gillespie alesslearnt Summary; Morpheus is a little concerned over, what he percieves as, Alessa's lack of control over Pyramid Head, also: How do Alessa and the being once known as Dream know each other anyway?
Log;
Morpheus preffered to take care of his new obligations at this time of night.
When much of the city was tucked away in thier beds, and the pulse of the very streets was muted.
Though he was no longer Lord Shaper, King of Dreams, he did still retain some of the priviledged 'talents' that office entailed.
And so with no more than a thought; he sttod now just inside the grandiose front doors of the Cathedral.
Fathomless eyes the color of nightfall without a star gazed from an apparently impassive bone-white face.
He knew the once-mortal, Alessa, called this place home for her presence was among the many strong forces that permeated the very bricks and mortar of this reflection of Holy Gorund.
"Alessa" he said in a voice that sounded more like a long-forgotten echo. A soft, oratory sound that was niether whisper nor shout, but still carried far and wide as only voices in dreams may do.