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Stay With Me ; Morpheus
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Summary: Before Hobs Gadling, Death granted immortality to one other mortal. And like Hobs, this mortal yearned to live, to love. Death liked this woman, the one so passionate to love the world offered to her. Death, ever the matchmaker, knew that if anyone was in dire need of love, it was her pathetic, sweetheart of a brother; Dream of The Endless.
Chapter 1: A Fated Meet
Chapter 2: Hello, Again
╰┈➤ ❝ [coming soon] ❞
Chapter 3: Welcome to The Dreaming
Chapter 4: Perhaps, Friendship?
Chapter 5: Take my Heart
Chapter 6: Stay With Me
It came to my mind that Morpheus is not better than Roderick Burgess.
That man trapped him in a Christmas decoration and took advantage of it by using his tools till the literal end of his days.
I remember that I was so pissed off because of this, cause, c'mon, by the greed of one man, countless people paid.
But then, I saw 1.04, where Nada does her aparition, and for a moment, hated Morpheus.
I hated him. So much.
As a dreamer myself, I felt dissapointed at a way I never thought I could be.
I also realized that Morpheus may be the word "Dream" into a man, but he, himself, is not a dreamer.
And how sad it is. How sad it was for me at least, that growed fond of this character, to see this proud, selfish and unforgiving part of him. To see that he is, by far, worse that the man that trapped him. To see that he represents dreams, but he himself is not a dreamer. I suppose that it is part of the charm of his depressed and pale self, after all.
At least Teleute scold 'im and he went to set Nada free, and made sure that she would live an amazing life.
At least in that last action, Morpheus is better, cause he at least choose to be.
And as a dreamer, that made me proud of him, at the end.
People
I had a dream, where I was walking barefoot in a school garden, it was raining, and then I saw a tall, dark haired man that was standing in the rain like a ghost.
I approached, and ask him if he saw my rain boots.
Really. Just like that.
And then the man turned and there it was Morpheus. He looked tired but his eyes where kind of... Shining. He said that he didn't see my rain boots, but that he would tell me if he does.
Now, when I was about to wake, I remember that we were standing in front of each other, my boots finally found, and that Morpheus was smiling. It was little, tiny, but a smile nonetheless.
I woke up and felt like if a have made something good for someone, like, I was kind, and the someone felt better for it.
What a dream.
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Two.
She scrapes her knees as she makes it out of the passageway.
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Where Esther lifts the poker a second time.
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BEHOLD, my computer lockscreen.
Ajjjj I cannot take the photo at the right way.
Well. Just that jsjsjs.
Never been more fond to a lockscreen before.
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter One.
The funeral was everything you'd expect from a funeral: mournful, cold, and... empty.
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Where, after her father's death, Esther goes to Fawney Rig, with dire plans for destiny.
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Well, I just wanted to make this edits and do all the presentation cause writer that does not do details, is no writer.
Or that's just me?
Anyway, here is the link to the first chapter. The 7th one is up, already. Get ready js.
Today was a day that was a freaking suffering.
Yet, i am pleased to say that I entered the career of psychology.
I ENTEREDDDDDD
Now I can sleep with peace and dream with Morpheus js.
Now that I think of it, there is gonna be way difficult now.
Dont matter. I will be able.
Now, lets dream and dream bigger with burning Netflix down.
That's not so christian of me but well.
Good Night/day/afternoon fellas!
What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine).
Type: Fanfic.
Rated: M.
Chapters: 13/?.
Tags: too many to count / as much as ao3 let me.
Part 1 of the series: “To dream is to defy, and to defy is to dream”.
Written by: defianceoftheendless
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What was the saying? Ah, yes, dreaming doesn't cost anything.
Well, what if it turned out that the concept of dreaming was much more than a concept? What if it was, in turn, a man behind glass, and there was once a girl who tried to set him free?
That girl's name was Esther Carrasco, and it turned out that dreaming cost her everything.
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Where a new entity, known as the Defiant of Destinies, emerges from the spilled blood of a dreamer.