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Um my hand slipped and I wrote 930 words of Matthew being the very best raven a sad emo bastard of a dream lord could ask for.
Matthew wasn’t entirely sure how he navigated the Palace of the Dreaming. It wasn’t like the rooms stayed the same or like the rooms that were almost always there (the Library for example) stayed in the same place. He wasn’t even sure that they had a place as it were.
But if Matthew thought about where he wanted to go and started flying, usually he got there.
Lord Morpheus was easy to find in the Dreaming. He had a gravitational pull, like the entire realm was being gently drawn towards him at all times. All Matthew had to do was follow the current and eventually he would end up on the Dream King’s shoulder.
He thought sometimes about how Jessamy must have felt, separated from that comforting current for decades. It made his feathers stand on end and made him grip Lord Morpheus’s shoulder a little tighter with his talons. It wasn’t at all surprising to Matthew that Jessamy gave her life trying to free Lord Morpheus. He was certain that if he was in her shoes (well, not shoes, birds don’t wear shoes) he would have done the same.
Matthew stood in front of the door and cocked his head, looking at it. Lord Morpheus was on the other side of the door, Matthew could feel his pull. He had been Somewhere Else, not the Dreaming or the waking world, and hadn’t taken Matthew, which had Matthew’s feathers a bit ruffled. But now he was back in the Dreaming and Matthew wanted to go to him. Just to check in. See if he needed anything. Make sure he was ok. And so he had started following the pull but ended up in front of this closed door.
He hadn’t reached a closed door before. Usually walls and doors in the Palace just kind of became insubstantial as he approached them. Maybe this one meant that Lord Morpheus wanted to be alone? Maybe it meant that something was wrong? Matthew considered going to check with Lucienne but what if something was wrong now? What if it would be more wrong in the time it took him to find Lucienne and come back? What if Lucienne would be horrified that Matthew hadn’t tried - really tried - to get to Lord Morpheus?
Matthew took a breath, pictured Lord Morpheus, and pushed -
He tumbled beak over tail feathers into the room.
Matthew got to his feet and shook his feathers back into place, then looked around. Lord Morpheus was sitting on a cushion on the floor in the corner of the room, knees drawn up to his chest. He looked far more like a wet cat than the mighty king of a realm, even though he was in his human form. Matthew hopped a little closer.
“Uh, Boss?”
Lord Morpheus raised his head. His eyes were black with stars in them but still looked wet and shimmering.
“Matthew?”
“Hey,” Matthew hopped up to his feet, “are you ok?”’
Lord Morpheus ran his hand over his face then shifted to sit with his legs crossed in front of him. “I am… ok. I was speaking with my sister, Despair. As always it was a trying experience.”
“Do - uh - do you want me to leave you alone? You had the door closed…”
“No.” The answer came much faster than Matthew was expecting. “No, I find I would be glad of the company.”
Warmed by this, Matthew hopped up onto Lord Morpheus’s knee. “Siblings, huh?”
“Did you have siblings, Matthew?” He rested his head against the wall behind him.
“A little sister,” Matthew replied with a shake of his feathers. “She was a pain in the ass. Not the anthropomorphic personification of despair, mind you, but certainly not pleasant.”
Lord Morpheus chuckled softly and reached out to stroke the back of his index finger over the feathers of Matthew’s chest.
That… huh. That felt really good. Matthew leaned into the contact and Lord Morpheus kept stroking.
“So what did Despair want?”
“The usual,” Lord Morpheus huffed, “to goad me. Under the guise of ‘catching up’ of course.”
“Do you think Desire put her up to it?”
“It is possible. But Despair hardly needs encouragement. She hates me just as much as her twin does, though she is generally less devious in her ways of showing it.”
“Why do they hate you so much?”
“Our realms are close together but I exceed them in power. Death and Destiny are too remote to provoke their ire, but I am near enough to inspire jealousy and competition.”
“Why do you talk to them then if they just bring you grief?”
Lord Morpheus sighed deeply. “Because they are still my family.”
Matthew had never been a hugger as a human and now he didn’t even have arms but he had to do something. He came to a decision and ducked his head under Lord Morpheus’s hand as he reached out to stroke Matthew’s chest. Matthew rubbed his head against the palm in what he hoped was a comforting and affectionate gesture.
Lord Morpheus hesitated a moment and Matthew felt his stomach drop. Had he gone too far? But then Lord Morpheus held out his hand in front of Matthew’s feet and Matthew hesitantly stepped onto it. Lord Morpheus lifted him and brought him close to his chest. Matthew bumped his head gently against him and was rewarded with a stroke down his back. Then another, and another. Before Matthew knew it, he was cradled in the Dream King’s arms, being petted gently.
Matthew sighed happily. The problem with beaks, he thought, was that they couldn’t smile.
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© Peter Arkle 2022 GRASS BLOWING IN THE MELTEMI WIND, Milos, Greece.
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[Midweek Murder - I posted all my Wednesday corvids yesterday ‘cause I dont’ know or care what day it is.]
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I was curious about the casting of Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer, is Lucifer a female character in the show or is the show taking the more androgynous route with the depiction, like the Constantine movie did with casting Tilda Swinton as Gabriel?
Lucifer in the comics isn’t male.
Gwendolyn plays the Lucifer in the comics.
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theres something inherently holy about kitchens
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Skin and feather and bone. If you could take it into your own dead hands, you would.
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