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scrumptiouswordsthings · 9 months

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Jessamy in The Sandman

Before I dive in too far - a quick run down of Jessamy in both the comics and the Netflix show (think of it as a refresher).

Comics Jessamy appears only for a short time in Issue #29 "Thermidor" where Dream asks assistance from Lady Constantine during the 1700s in a task. If you haven't read the comics I won't spoil you for the task request. She retires from Dream's service and joins several other of Dream's previous ravens in Eve's cave. She does appear in The Dreaming comics that are a direct spin-off of The Sandman as well, but overall isn't a large part of Dream's story.

Show Jessamy is only in Episode 1, "Sleep of the Just". She accompanies Dream into the Waking World when he is summoned and imprisoned. She proceeds to hang around for years before dying in a clever attempt to help free Dream from Burgess's basement. We see her death on screen, and her echoes are felt throughout the entire first season.

In short, Jessamy's place in the story shifted quite a bit for the Netflix adaptation.

There are plenty of theories on why and arguments on whether or not her use in the show consitutes a plothole, but I am just here to say that while I hated to see her go I thought her time on screen was much more effective than her time on the page. I had to search for where she had shown up in the comics, but I couldn't forget her on screen. To be fair, a part of that now is just the difference between the amount of material we have available on screen versus in the comics, but even once we have more episodes I think that will remain true.

She's sweet in the comics, but without speaking a word she mastered capturing hearts on screen. I do want to emphasize that while her death acts as a shock and reveals emotions in Dream for the first time on screen I do not think she was used just as a sacrificial character. The show leans heavily on the fact that "Dream of the Endless always has a Raven." and Jessamy is the first the audience sees. She establishes the status quo going forward for these ravens. Without her loyalty, perseverance, and determination I don't think the actions of later ravens (*cough* Matthew *cough*) would have the same impact. Jessamy is what Matthew must live up to - she left a big beak to fill not only for Matthew but also Dream's other subjects.

Also, the episodic element of comics may translate well to episodes of a show, but a show tends adhere to linearity a tad more than written stories must. Having a more sequential set-up for Dream's ravens will assist in allowing the audience to track the sequence of events - especially if we get as many different glimpses of the past in future episodes as I expect.

I'm guessing there are even more reasons for the change from comic to screen for Jessamy and her place in The Sandman's greater story, but again - I found the choices they made on screen powerful and evocative for Jessamy as a character. I had nothing against her before, but the show has entrenched a staunch love for her in my Sandman heart.

(One of my favorite articles on Matthew and Jessamy from Screenrant)

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crowsandfrogs · 1 year

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What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven? - the sandman preludes and nocturnes

this has been in progress for months now and i am so proud to have finished it!

full res image as well as some wallpapers of dif pieces of this work will be up on my patreon in a few hours!

edit: HOLY SHIT SO MANY PEOPLE KEEP SHOWING THIS LOVE??? PLEASE please check out my patreon and or my other socials and stuff to help support me continuing to make art like this of the sandman and of other hyperfixations i have!!

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the-dreaming-rp · 3 months

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Fiddler's Green

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Jessamy

Nightmare "Haze": Fog that shrouds the Haunted Woods.

Nightmare: The Plague Doctor. Basically SCP-049, but in a nightmare AU.

Dream: A wandering adventurer.

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ghoulia-roborts · 2 years

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Hi,I wrote this,hope you like it,see ya in part 2

(side note I wrote this as queer platonic dreamling but idc if you interpret it in any other way)

Title: Graveside chrysanthemum.

After having dealt with his nightmares,after having dealt with the dream vortex,after having dealt with every other thing that he had to deal with,Dream felt himself fall into the rhythm he had followed before his abduction.

Well, mostly anyway,at the insistence of his dear friend,Hob gadling,he visited the waking world more frequently.

Once a month to be precise,unless work did not permit it,he would meet him at the new inn,and then they would sometimes go inside, sometimes Hob had something else to show him.

After thier meetings,He would sneak away to check upon the children of the endless. Since they were technically relatives of his,as well as the dream baby,but he would tell himself that it was to make sure to cover all the bases,well ,he would put it in a much more eloquent way,but in the end it was mainly because he wanted to check up on them.

All of this made it seem like things were relatively alright,which they were,but Dream hadn't counted for one more thing.

Emotions, feelings,past pains and future worries.

It was all awfully human really,which is why he ignored it.

He was still learning to be better when communicating with others,let alone communicating with himself.

It was sometimes simple,but most times it was not.

After all, his time inside the glass ball,down in the basement of the burgess estate,did leave lasting effects on him.

It marked him,like the bite or the sting of a venomous creature,it poisoned him,but the poison couldn't kill him.

That just meant that it grabbed into Dream's heart like a fistful of needles.

On one occasion it was total isolation,on another it was dark shadows in the corners of his eyes,and on another,much worse, occasion it was the complete loss of his voice.

It wasn't that Morpheus literally lost his voice,or the ability to speak,it was more so that his demons, figuratively in this instance, suffocated him.

People asked about it, Lucienne, Matthew,Hob,even Death showed up once,but it was always the same answer, "I am fine".

Hob hadn't known what happened exactly,but a bit of investigation,and a small hint from a little birdie, who's master's sister was worried sick,pointed him in the right direction, Roderick Burgess,and the devil he had in his basement.

But even knowing this,he still didn't have the whole story of what happened,he couldn't do much, Morpheus refused to talk about it,and he was horribly stubborn, Hob had the common sense to know that forcing him to speak would've only made him shut him out more.

The effects of that incident were unfortunately not limited to his psyche,as Dream's worries started manifesting themselves in his realm.

It was small,or maybe it was big, it's hard to tell when the dreaming was endless.

A black spot,like mold ,with dark tendrils growing out of it,a tree,a monument to his pain.

He was taken aback by it's existence,so he hid it,he had experience with hiding things he didn't want others to see.

he ignored it,and it festered more and more with each passing moment,like rotten fruit,if left unchecked,even the freshest harvest would be ruined.

Well, apparently ignoring it only made it worse,who would've thought,he certainly didn't.

Morpheus decided to take it head on,face his problems,alone, without telling anyone else,that was not a particularly bright idea on his part either.

He had told Lucienne that he was going out to check something personally,when she asked if he required assistance,he refused politely and told her that it was a simple matter.

One wouldn't use simple to describe it,one would use words such as "treacherous" or "troublesome" or "tiring" or "terrible " or "bad".

As he walked through his realm,past the mountains,below the entrance of a cave,by a shinning blue river, through a thick forest, exiting to a vast desert, taking a boat through an endless ocean,and reaching another,unrelated forest.

There was something odd about this forest,a dark cancer had taken hold of it's trees, turning them into something that resembled diseased veins.

It ate at them, leaving only bare bones behind,clusters of coal colored branches reached into the grey sky.

He inspected one such tree quietly,his expression was troubled,brows scrunched up in a frown,it felt cold to the touch,and so brittle that one could easily break it if they pushed a bit too hard.

And yet,he continued,he was the creator of nightmares and dreams,and he would conquer this nightmare.

Reaching the center of the mass,he found a house.

No,it was not a house,nor a home,or an abode,or a habitation,it was cold, devoid of any warmth such words might invoke,it was a building.

The roof was red,made out of circular brick tiles, almost like scales,with a chimney jutting out of it,there was no smoke in the chimney.

It's small,pale yellow walls hugged a brown door at the front,an empty window beside it,and flowerless flower pots below it.

This would've made Dream shiver ,if he was human,but he was not,so he couldn't shiver,but he was unsettled nonetheless.

Darkness seeped out of the house like spllattered blood, stretching in all directions, though the house looked untouched, Dream knew that as opposed to the plants that the dark rot had corrupted,this house was made of the stuff.

This realization did nothing to ease his nerves.

He stepped forward, taking hold of the doorknob,as he opened the door he felt a cold wind rush from inside.

He entered the house,there was nothing,the floor was a deep black,it looked wet, the walls were an ashy grey,stained with soot.

Upon closer inspection there were stairs that went upwards,the steps were just as dirty as the floor,the railings an old brown color.

He closed the door behind him.The steps Dream took startled him, splashing at his coat,but what really grabbed his attention was the bubbling of dark sludge Infront of him.

It crawled,or rather it climbed up to form itself into something ,at first unclear to Dream,then once the bubbling stopped,it took on the shadow of the Corinthian.

Then, almost immediately,it changed to John Dee,then to the morningstar,then to the shape of Jessamy,after that,it mimicked Robert Burgess.

And finally,it settled on mirroring Dream.

Something had him completely frozen, time had slowed to a cold, hostile halt,the thing that looked like him approached him slowly,steps stretching out over hours,he felt as though he was back in that prison of glass, alone.

His eyes were wide,his breath was slow,he trembled slightly,and as it reached for his face,his body suddenly jolted with a start towards the stairs,like a caged animal,he didn't even consider the door to be an option, perhaps he knew that it wouldn't open.

Rushing up the stairs,he ended up in another empty room, a window was behind him but he was sure it's placement didn't fit what he saw on the outside,but he didn't care at that point.

Behind him was a flock of bats that screeched loudly,they flew all around him,he tried to swat them away but there were too many, between the flying black shapes he saw an elephant head mounted on the wall he was facing,a trophy,the head moved as it screamed, joining the cacophony of animal sounds the drowned his ears .

Then he fell down a deep,deep hole.

To describe where he was would be to describe how he was,and he was not doing well.

Frigid waters surrounded him,no up or down, losing all senses slowly.

For a moment,a moment that might as well been several years,he was scared.

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Hob Gadling had noticed that his friend missed thier rendezvous,which didn't raise any alarms,it had happened before,and Dream usually showed up a few days later with an unnecessary excuse.

Well,he was rather cross ,he was really looking forward to showing Dream this new book he picked up,but he wasn't that disgruntled.

Hob ,even though immortal,was still just a human,and he certainly couldn't force Dream of the endless,lord of the dreaming to meet him, nonetheless, Morpheus took it very seriously.

Hob might as well have been some sort of ...very... important figure?he wasn't very good at coming up with metaphors on the fly,but the main thing was that Dream seemed to like these excursions.

It made Hob happy seeing how interested he seemed to be in everything,in turn Hob would ask him questions about the universe itself,a few questions about him, though with how tight lipped Dream was he rarely ever got an answer,he didn't mind.

All of that is besides the point,as Hob currently had a raven pecking at his window,and it was nearly 12 am.

Hob was confused for a second,he opened the window and the raven was still there, as if waiting for him to move aside,and Hob did so.

It was none other than Matthew,he hopped inside and landed on a table in the middle of the room.

"...Hey, you're the raven right...uh.... Matthew?" Hob said carefully,he felt a pang of recognition,but there was a chance this was a random raven that he let inside his house,it was small chance,but it still existed.

Was it rude to say most ravens looked the same to him? probably not the best time to ask that question.

"How'd you know?" Matthew responded.

"Well, I don't usually attract birds much"Hob smiled slightly.

"Are you in the habit of letting random animals inside your house?" Asked the raven,with a rather sarcastic tone.

"Occasionally" the human responded,also sarcastically.

Matthew croaked "look ,as much as I'd like to chat more ,we kinda have a situation" he said.

"Something happened,and we need your help, Lucienne told me to give you this" with his beak, Matthew pulled out a stone, Hob wasn't sure where it was even stored ,but he grabbed it, inspecting it in his hand.

It was obsidian,a rainbow obsidian to be precise,or at least it looked like it,star shaped,with random lines of dark greens and pinks,it had small glittery bits like stars.

"What's this?" Hob asked ,he held up the stone to the light emanating from the lightbulb on the ceiling,it was opaque.

"Some sort of magical gem that's supposed to help you dream better"Matthew explained" Lucienne said it'll get you straight to the palace"

"And then?"

"Then she'll talk to you ,I guess? they're waiting for you to explain the rest of the plan"

"How do I use it though?" Hob thought of many different ways of using it,none of them were correct however.

"She said to just put it under your pillow and go to sleep" Matthew answered him"pretty simple, right?"

"I guess so..."he fell into a thoughtful silence,dream needed his help?he was worried at the idea,Dream never needed anyone's help,at least that's what he thought,he needed help a lot actually,Hob stopped thinking about how much help Dream needed and instead had the thought that the dreaming was having a party and they needed all hands on deck for the preparations,that was a nice thought,even if it was completely wrong.

After a moment of silent awkwardness that one would think impossible to achieve considering the nature of the situation at hand, Matthew spoke "I'm gonna leave now" and with that he flew out the window, leaving a confused Hob behind.

" I'll ....just... go to sleep then" he said to no one but himself,and he went to bed.

And sleep came to him easily.

#drops writing #drops random ramblings #netflix the sandman #the sandman #dreamling #hob gadling #the sandman dream #the sandman lucienne #the sandman matthew #the sandman death #the sandman lucifer #the sandman jessamy #the sandman fanfic #the sandman corinthian #dream #morpheus #the sandman hob #dream the endless #graveside chrysanthemums

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corvidsaremybesties · 2 years

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I know for a fact my sister was destroyed by Jessamy's death because she has not brought it up and I haven't either and it's gonna stay that way

I could barely mention a dream of a thousand cats

#jessamy the raven #AAAAAH #destroyed me #hanging on by a thread besties #death of the endless #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #the sandman dream #the sandman death #the sandman jessamy

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densewentz · 7 months

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MS Paint Inktober Day 5 and I was having Matthew and Jessamy feels~ (This made me want to cry. I don't think i could regularly cope without layers or opacity) Bonus:

#inktober #cringetober #inktober2023 #cringetober 2023 #the sandman #the sandman netflix #matthew the raven #jessamy the raven #dream of the endless #lucienne the librarian #mervyn pumpkinhead #my art #digital art #ms paint

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lukotacon · 2 years

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The Sandman + Onion Headlines [P.3]

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #Lucienne #jessamy #jessamy the raven #Gilbert #fiddlers green #rose Walker #Dream of the endless #Morpheus #hobs gadling #the corinthian #Corinthian #sandman #mine #headlines #onion headlines #shitpost

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olillskio · 2 months

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Our fav Dream being annoyed at work :3

Look at all these colours, pretty proud ngl- Also Mr. Corinthian pls stop annoying Lucienne.

#dream of the endless #the sandman #the corinthian #matthew the raven #jessamy the raven #lucienne the librarian #dreamling #if you squint at the little letter in Matthew's beak #morpheus #art #fanart #my art

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imironstark · 3 months

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Her name is Jessamy. She belongs to him.

THE SANDMAN 1.01: "Sleep of the Just"

#the sandman #sandmanedit #thesandmanedit #dcedit #dream of the endless #tom sturridge #lord morpheus #morpheus #dream #jessamy the raven #ts #my gifs #dote #flashing gif

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cloverteaart · 1 year

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1789 Jessamy: Just tell him your name! You have been dating for 400 years!

#The Sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #Jessamy The Raven #them according to Jessamy #1789

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sylenth-l · 2 years

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Jessamy deserved better 😔

#the sandman #my art #dream of the endless #morpheus #jessamy the raven #inks and gold leaf foil for the bg #birb 😭😭😭

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the-dreaming-rp · 3 months

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〚 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 〛➔ A " The Sandman " Discord Roleplay Server is looking for:

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fishfingersandscarves · 1 year

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VOGUE [Matthew & Jessamy Edition]

prints now available!

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #the sandman #the sandman netflix #matthew the raven #matthew cable #matthew (the sandman)#jessamy the raven #jessamy (the sandman)#illustration #yeehaw more vogue

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designtheendless · 11 months

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Sandma’am

#the sandman #sandman #morpheus #dream the endless #dream of the endless #fem dream #jessamy the raven #designtheendlessart

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murkycrush · 1 year

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Dream / Kai’ckul with Jessamy 💜 (I’m beyond happy with this one)

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#dream #dream fanart #dream of the endless #kai'ckul #jessamy sandman #The Sandman #the sandman comics #the sandman fanart #morpheus #jessamy the raven #purple #dreamland #digital art #dc

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martybaker · 11 months

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Whiskey for the good times

It’s a warm June evening and Dream is sitting at the end of the bar at The New Inn, watching Hob at work.

Priya the bartender called in sick and so Hob is manning the bar himself tonight. The inn is full of patrons and Hob is kept busy, clever fingers handling various bottles of liquor. He chats amicably with regulars and newcomers alike, ever with a kind smile on his face, even though there is a sheen of sweat at his temples, testament to his hard work.

And despite the crowd, whenever there’s a lull in the influx of warm bodies demanding his attention, he finds a moment to wind back to Dream, to give him a refill, a new anecdote, an observation about a patron, or just a smile before he’s called back to duty.

Dream enjoys their conversations, but he enjoys simply watching Hob at work as well, and he has had plenty of opportunities to do so over the last year. Since his escape from Fawney Rig and the subsequent demands of his office, his visits to the Waking world had became much more frequent. But not only because of his duties, but also thanks to the newly rediscovered pleasure of Hob’s company.

They agreed to meet once a month, so Hob could more thoroughly catch Dream up on all the things he has missed during the years of his…detainment, and slowly conversations over a drink turned into invites to, quote, “hang out” with Hob outside of the New Inn as well. Some things are better shown than told, he said, and Dream smiled and complied rather too easily. Their monthly meetings became weekly, and though Dream was notoriously prone to getting lost in his work, he suddenly found himself in the habit of time keeping and counting down days until their next meeting.

Today, however, is special. The calendar on the wall reads June 7th in bold black letters. A day as any other, but also their day.

Dream watches Hob, circling the rim of his glass with his finger.

Currently Hob is held at the other end of the bar by a pair of young giggling women he seems to be familiar with, presumably his students. They keep glancing in Dream’s direction, and Hob’s face is growing redder by the minute. He keeps shaking his head, disputing whatever notion they’re pushing, but the girls seem relentless.

Eventually, when he makes his way back to Dream, Dream cannot help letting his curiosity take over.

“Your students?”

Hob nods, a faint flush still visible on his cheeks.

“What were they inquiring about?”

Hob huffs, shaking his head. “They were making fun of their old history professor, s’wat they been doing.”

Dream rises his eyebrows at him.

Hob sighs, fidgeting under the gaze, but eventually breaks.

“They were asking if you were a good kisser,” he admits, darting away with his gaze as soon as he says it, tugging nervously at his ear.

Dream’s eyebrows shoot up even higher. “Were they? What did you tell them?”

Hob blinks at him. “The truth? That I wouldn’t know?”

“Hmm,” Dream hums, twirling the amber liquid in his glass. He slowly puts it down, then reaches across the bar and pulls Hob towards him, leaning in to join their lips. Hob makes a noise of surpise against him but then falls into the kiss, tasting the whiskey from Dream’s lips.

When Dream pulls back, Hob sways on his feet, looking lost with his mouth hanging open and pupils dilated. His hands clench, frozen in midair as if he wanted to hold onto Dream but wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

There’s a whistle and laughter from the other side of the bar.

Dream picks up his glass again and smiles at Hob beatifically. “There. So you could give them an honest review.”

Hob blinks at him and makes a noise like a squeezed rubber duck.

Dream cannot help the grin tugging on his lips as he nods in the direction of the women, encouraging Hob to return back to them to relay his impressions.

Hob unfreezes slowly, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair and muttering “bloody hell” under his breath before he hesitently makes his way back to the other side of the bar. The students immediately latch onto him, rejuvinated by the display as well as the liquir running through their veins.

When Hob comes back to uncork new bottles for the customers he is unusually quiet and the red on his cheeks seems to have made a permanent residence there.

As he grabs for a bottle of tequilla it slips from his fingers and shatters on the floor, minutely interrupting the rumor of conversations before they’re picked up again.

“Bollocks!” He curses.

Dream hears himself laugh. Not a full on raucous laugh, just a chuckle, but Hob looks at him with wide eyes, as if he was seeing the eight wonder of the world.

Hob laughs too, breaking the moment, and returns his attention to the shattered bottle.

“Look what you’ve done to me!” he says, grabbing for a broom and glancing at Dream with mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Menace.”

Dream hides his smile in his glass. He feels a sparkling feeling in his chest, which doesn’t seem right because alcohol shoud have no effect on him unless he lets it. Perhaps his control is slipping, or perhaps it’s just the pleasent buzz of the evening and good company.

Perhaps he doesn’t mind all that much, letting his control slip tonight.

Having cleaned the mess, Hob comes back to him, as he always does, and gives him a crooked smile. “You’ve just about made their day tonight. I won’t hear the end of it at the uni, thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” Dream drawls, leaning his head on his hand. He gives Hob a once-over, gesturing at his shirt that’s been soaked by the alcohol. “You might want to take that off.”

Hob looks at his shirt, then back at Dream, huffing in disbelief. “Was that the plan all along??”

“An unforseen benefit.”

“Uhuh,” Hob says, giving Dream a dubious look. “Heavens, you are in a mood tonight. Should have given me a warning beforehand, I don’t know if I can survive a whole evening of this,” he says, gesturing at the whole of Dream.

“You can survive anything,” Dream reminds him.

“Physically, maybe, but my composure? My dignity? My sanity? I am really not all that sure, love.”

Dream smiles, keeps smiling, really, as he doesn’t seem to be able to do otherwise tonight. He downs the last sip of whiskey along with the sweet tingle of Hob’s endearment.

“Want a refill?” Hob nods at his empty glass. “Or would you like to try something new? Something more daring?” he says, rising his eyebrows in a challenge. “Since that seems to be the vibe tonight.”

Dream hums. “Perhaps i would like to try something old.”

If Dream knew Hob’s reactions to a little bit of flirting would be so entertaining, he would have endeavoured to do so sooner. Hob grows even redder in the face if that’s even possible, huffing and blinking rapidly, seemingly unable to decide what to do with his hands which he twists together, then crosses across his chest, then lets fall against his sides again, smoothing down the seams of his trousers.

He shakes his head and rubs his forehead.

“You’re something else, Dream,” he says with a deep sigh.

“Yes, that is a correct assesment.”

Hob rolls his eyes.

“Hey, Mickey!” He yells at a regular at a nearby table, “would you like to make a quick buck? Can you come over to man the bar for a minute? I need to change.”

“Sure thing, mate!”

Hob takes of his apron, muscles flexing underneath the shirt made half translucent, and Dream wants.

“Do you need assistance,” he asks nonsensically, but Hob understands it for the proposal that it is.

Hob’s eyes grow wide. He laughs, shaking his head. “Christ, if I were really working here I would get fired for this,” he says, but he beckons at Dream who slips from his chair and joins Hob at the other side of the bar. Hob puts his hand on his back and nudges him towards the backroom.

“Lucky you are the owner, then,” Dream points out.

“Yeah, lucky,” Hob says, hand slipping around Dream’s waist from behind, and kisses Dream’s neck as he closes the door behind them.

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Happy 7th of June dreamling nation!

Here’s something for ‘Ep6 continuation’ prompt of Dreamling Week :)

#dreamling #dreamlingweek2023 #dreamlingweek #dreamling week #dreamling week 2023 #my writing #the sandman #sandman #dream x hob #hob x dream #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream the endless #morpheus #sandman dreamling #not beta-ed we die like jessamy

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