#// grats desire! he's not (as much of) a dick!

[endlcssdreamiing]

this individual's kindness is a soother. a balm for an anxious mind unaccustomed to being so LIMITED ( not that said mind realises such is the problem. there simply is frustration when he cannot recall what he feels he should; even now Dream allows grace to all but himself ). " thank you... " gratitude spoken with warmth the other likely had not heard in eons for the impediment of PRIDE.

though his very structure was so abysmally human now, it still remembered - perhaps at the most cosmic level - how to see beyond the veil. the air is stained crimson - wavering a disorienting undulation enough that the (former?) endless looks away from such, and back into those hawk-yellow eyes.

" i remember... that there is something i should be doing. that i have a task- but when i try to recall what it may be... it falls like sand through my fingers. " the very nature of HIMSELF was an impediment; memories like so much dreamstuff fading the more he attempted to grasp it. surely a divina comedia should there ever be one.

in any case, he attempts to recall anything that would be of comfort as he takes the offered seat-- remembering a fondness for athenian wines; though he can't recall WHY such was favoured. " i would not oppose a greek vintage- though i have nothing to pay you with. "

DREAM'S APPEARANCE IN THEIR lounge is almost 𝚄𝙽𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙳 of, & the sight of sibling sends a thrill of equal amounts dread & excitement up desire's spine. they make their way through the crowd effortlessly, people parting at their very presence, until they reach where he's looking around, clearly not in a place he should be, by his everything & the everything surrounding him. delicate brows arch as he returns their greeting with even more 𝚄𝙽𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 revelation, & they have to take a moment to process that he doesn't know them. the thought is exhilarating, & worryingly so. they know all their siblings would chide them for taking advantage ―

& yet, they lean towards the opportunity, knowing that it might be the 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 chance they have to get an amicable-seeming dream in this state.

❝ you don't have to leave, then. you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. ❞ their voice is low, sultry, though not meaning to be -- simply a reflection of their essence. the light that surrounds them is slightly 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳, a red haze filling in the blanks, & they wonder if he can see it, even in whatever state sibling seems to be in. ❝ come, why don't you take a seat. do you care for a drink ? we have whatever could suit your fancy. ❞ they gesture to the lavish seating just next to where they're both standing. ❝ you say you're trying to remember ? well, what exactly 𝙳𝙾 you remember ? ❞ it can't all be a blank slate, can it ? what were the chances ?