Border Country | Dream/Hob | 6K | Mature | Complete
Tags: Touch-Starved Dream, Metaphorical Squire Hob, Mutual Pining, Self-Denial, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Post-1889 Meeting, Tenderness, Clothing as Armour and Ritual, First Time, touching that is, the inherent body horror of emotional repression, and the ecstatic terror of succumbing to your desires
There are two things that Dream does only once a century. The first is meeting with Robert Gadling, immortal. The second is getting dressed by hand.
He begins early in the day, visiting the dreams of tailors and lords, choosing from among them fine garments that suit the new fashions of the century and befit his station. He has two preferences of his own: black, because it is dignified and he thinks it looks well on him; and high necklines, because it is his armour, and he would not move through the Waking with his throat exposed. It readies him, arraying himself thus, piece by piece, as though riding into battle. Although there have been times in the past, contending with so many ornate clasps and fastenings, that he understood why knights had squires.
Germany hit rewind on ultra speed, "From the River to the C" is officially, legally banned, Bavaria wants to treat it the same way as showing SS flag and you can get up to 3 years of jailtime for saying it, so; fun times alltogether. Germans continuously seem to be unable to stop projecting their genocidal feelings towards Jewish people on Palestinians. No matter our demand, the echo of their grandparents voice seems to be reverberating in their head. In the midst of an ongoing Gen0cide against US they are still trying to blame us for Antisemitism altogether, even the fucking Hol0caust itself. All while committing Antisemitism and Hol0caust revisionism left and right, not to speak of the statements that would put HitIer to shame.
Our minds are not like yours, clouded with greed, imperialism and fascism, From Ras al Naqoura to Sinai, P4lestine will be free. From the northern most point to the South; historic P4lestine WILL be free from settlercolonialism, Ap@rtheid, military occupation and siege, Zi0nism and any and all injustice and pain you have imposed on us. Freedom, justice and dignity for all inhabitants of this land. And in case any fuckers wanna impose their genocidal worldview on this slogan, forget about it. I'm like 99% sure I coined it, so I hereby Explicitly state, that it has one meaning, and one meaning only. No room for your vile misinterpretations!
lmaooooo I forget sometimes that Malleus is in fact one of the most powerful beings in all of TWST and not just some silly dragon man that stands outside the dorm with autism and a love of gargoyles.
To be quite honest, canon Yuu could probably stick around Malleus as like an attendant or something and be set for life if they get stuck in TWST. Maybe he can get them citizenship papers and stuff to Briar Valley, I think everyone kinda forgets sometimes that Yuu does not legally exist in TWST.
Does Crowley note down any monetary associations to the player and Grim as miscellaneous? Can Yuu technically travel around without papers as long it's within the context of NRC? Who cares! Just tell your big magic friend with horns about all your troubles and the next day you've officially become a citizen of Briar Valley complete with a new birth certificate, social security number (or the equivalent), and passport! All problems solved!
You don't need to know the details, just take the gift with graditude and accept your fate of never leaving your friend alone :). Never :). Ever :).
It's the modernization it's the mechanization it's the way the old world has to die for the new world to be born and by killing gortash you've slowed it down but you haven't stopped it because ideas can't be stopped and the industrial world that will destroy your way of life is coming and you can't stop it by killing him any more than the luddites could stop it by smashing up a few factory machines
Dream is returned from the Waking, his mantle of night draped once more across his shoulders. Still, he lingers for a moment. Reflects.
He avoids the impulse to run his hands over every spot Hob has touched. Even in the Dreaming now, his skin feels a Waking thing, a woken thing. It is an ill portent that he cannot find it within himself to regret.
Half-clothed in a robe, he still feels less exposed than he did with the line of his throat beneath Hob’s lips. He feels less. He should not need to remind himself that is good. He touches his fingers to the spot Hob kissed on his throat, and shuts his eyes. As he does so, he carefully reaches out to Hob’s dreams and wraps himself in the golden warmth of them. One last touch, unbeknownst, while his friend sleeps.
Once a century, he will meet with Robert Gadling, immortal. Once a century, he will dress by hand, and be undressed by another’s. Once a century, he will allow himself this small thing.
He thinks about stories of courtship and ruin, and how both can be done slowly enough, sometimes, to escape almost all notice.
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thank you anon! here is an excerpt from Border Country verse, part of a coda that i cut out but will almost certainly recycle into the sequel(s) for it. one of which will DEFINITELY be my take on the comicbook Wine Toast but with hob dressing dream for battle and both of them being very normal buddies about it :)))))
I was a grandmaster at a game that involved competitively placing made-up borders of countries in the correct places. Like a jigsaw puzzle. But fictional countries. And I was really good at it.