Corinthian who is obsessed with his lord and wants to get his love and attention: I will do anything for you.
Morpheus looking at him with pleading eyes: Please just act normal.
Corinthian: No.
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Hob,very drunk: Fight me you nerd as punk
Dream,also very drunk: At least try to sound sophisticated when you threaten someone
Hob: Does thou wish to engage in a duel my good ....bitch
Dream: Somehow that was worse
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Y/n: I can fit the whole world in my hands
Dream: That's impossible
Y/n: *moves closer to him, and cups his face slowly and gently*
Dream: *eyes widens slightly, blushes*
Lucienne: My Lord- *stops herself witnessing the scene* I'll come back later *walks away with a knowing, small smile*
Dream: I-I..*clears throat* Get off me, I have a reputation
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“And then, and then, Lucienne, he told me that the reason I keep meeting him every hundred years is that I’m lonely.”
“.......”
“I mean, can you believe the audacity -- and of a human, too?”
“........ My Lord, the last time you went to see Hob Gadling you asked me if your hair looked alright before you left. And then you asked me again. Twice, my Lord. You asked me if your hair looked alright twice before your date with the man.”
“.......”
“We’ve been placing bets on how much longer until you wed him.”
“It seems I’m in need of a new librarian.”
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Dream in his date fit: how do I look?
Desire: SLAYYY BROTHER
Dream: I do not wish, nor plan to slaughter anybody on my date Desire why would you suggest such a malicious act?
Desire:
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Hob: Did Dream just tell me he loved me for the first time?
Lucienne: Yes
Hob: And did I just do finger guns back?
Lucienne: Yes
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Dream to Fiddler's Green: sweet boy precious angel baby
Dream to Gault (former) and The Corinthian: YOU FUCKING DONKEYS
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Morpheus: “In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.”
Hob Gadling: “FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?”
Morpheus: “No! Four TO five seconds!”
Hob Gadling: “Too late!!!”
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Dream: I touch myself when I think of you, my nightmare.
The Corinthian: My lord! Really now? I never thought you would-
Dream: I rub my temples because you give me such a headache.
The Corinthian:
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murder or idiot were the only viable options
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Hob looking at Dream: He is so big and mysterious and dumb and one day I'm gonna top him
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‘Pretty’ is only one ‘r’ away from ‘petty’ and I think the Corinthian has mistaken that quite often
— Morpheus, probably
(The Corinthian, in the background: Whose fault was that, you think?)
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Dream: Wait, did you just flirt with me?
Hob: Have been for the past 300 years but thanks for noticing
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Dream: sister I must tell you something
Death: what is it dearest brother of mine?
Dream: lately I've been feeling these, set of emotions, concerning Hob Gadling.
Dream: when I see him I want to hug him
Dream: when he walks by my side I want to hold his hand
Dream: when he talks I wish to kiss him
Death:
Dream: this must be desire's doing, surely.
Death, who knows desire did nothing: or maybe, hear me out, you like h-
Dream, already standing up: I must teach them a lesson to not interfere with my matters ever again
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