[He does. He's the King of Dreams, after all, and a throne is perfect for striking a moody pose upon.
Anyway, he smiles, raising his brows.]
Very well.
[The next corner they happen to round, whether it be a turning corridor or a bookshelf, will simply suddenly lead them up to the steps of the throne room. The huge, engraved double doors open with ease as Dream leads Arthur up the steps, to reveal the very vast, though somewhat empty, throne room.
Ethereal light filters in behind the throne which sits atop a set of winding stairs. Puzzlingly (or maybe not, given what this place is), there is no ceiling, but only the sight of a night sky above -- or maybe the cosmos itself. They seem so small within it.]
This is where many decisions have been made, through an equal number of eons.
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Anyway, he smiles, raising his brows.]
Very well.
[The next corner they happen to round, whether it be a turning corridor or a bookshelf, will simply suddenly lead them up to the steps of the throne room. The huge, engraved double doors open with ease as Dream leads Arthur up the steps, to reveal the very vast, though somewhat empty, throne room.
Ethereal light filters in behind the throne which sits atop a set of winding stairs. Puzzlingly (or maybe not, given what this place is), there is no ceiling, but only the sight of a night sky above -- or maybe the cosmos itself. They seem so small within it.]
This is where many decisions have been made, through an equal number of eons.