Avatar The Last Airbender moment
Dream and Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
Ink belongs to comyet/myebi
Transcript:
Dream: Listen, Ink, I know my brother is still in there somewhere! Maybe he just wants to talk!
Dream: Brother, stop! Why are you doing this?!
Nightmare: What, isn’t it obvious?
Nightmare: IM ABOUT TO CELEBRATE BECOMING AN ONLY CHILD!
Dream: Okay, maybe he doesn’t want to talk
Ink: Non, really??
Nightmare: (laughing in the background)
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"You never told me where you got it - where you got all my favourite dresses."
Rhys arched a dark brow. "You never figured it out?"
I shook my head.
For a moment, he said nothing, his head dipping to study the dress.
"My mother made them."
(...)
I gazed a reverant hand down my sleeve. "I- I had no idea."
His eyes were star bright. "Long ago when I was still a boy, she made them - all your gowns. A trousseau for my future bride." His throat bobbed. "Every piece... Every piece I have ever given you to wear, she made them. For you"
Sometimes you just read something and can't help but think about the implications.
"aww how sweet his mom made all her favourite gowns how wholesome" nonono EVERY. PIECE. Ma'am please he's still a baby boy you're making a lot of assumptions about his future preferences.
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"Hob?"
Hob Gadling smiles, eyes tired. He loves that voice so much.
"Hullo, Dream." Even to his own ears, his voice sounds slurred, tight with exhaustion.
"It has been many a night since I've seen you in my kingdom last. Are you well?"
Hob chuckles. How far they've come. "Yeah, I'm all right, love. It's just been difficult for me to sleep recently."
Dream hums, seemingly upset on his behalf. "Your new neighbor."
It wasn't a question and yet he answers it like one.
"Yeah." He sighs. He doesn't know if he has the strength to continue.
The bed dips gently as Dream settles beside him. Hob hopes this liberty will go unpunished as his head rests upon his friend's shoulder. Dream briefly stiffens before relaxing, accommodating the new touch with relative ease.
"She's young," Hob continues. "My neighbor, I mean. But these walls are thin, and after a couple nights, it becomes difficult to stay asleep when all you can hear is the clicking of a keyboard and shouting at a video game."
Silence reigns over the apartment for but a moment. Then, the noise Hob had talked about begins to fill the space.
He smiles. So tired, he's so tired.
A hand threads through his hair, gentle, soothing.
"Sleep, my friend. I have you. None will disturb you as long as I am here."
And what could Hob do but listen? Dream guides him down until he was resting on his lap. Lithe fingers continue to brush through Hob's hair, lulling him to sleep.
The best and most continuous night of sleep he's had in such a long time.
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