"Arthur Inkwell here. I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"
As though he'd ever say no to such a request, though. In fact, when it comes to those he cares about--especially when they've breached that threshold of romance--Arthur will find that Dream is quite pliable in the request department.]
Does he?
[And so he moves forward, up the steps until he's level with the throne, a palm placed on one of its arms as he dips down and over Arthur to make up for the height difference.]
[ His Majesty might also be enjoying making Dream sweat, just a little. And he must say, he enjoys the view when Dream bends to get in his space, dipping in for a kiss. Arthur is happy to meet him, angling his head as their lips meet, one hand coming up to curl into the fabric of Dream's coat. He means to make this one last. ]
[He's very good at making Dream sweat a little, though when their lips meet, they may have moved past that point and straight into anchoring warmth, the sort that makes his heart flutter.
He has no intent of pulling away, and if Arthur wishes to hold onto the fabric of his coat as it hangs down, then so be it. Dream parts his lips slightly, makes this kiss matter, makes it last. Here, in a version of his own realm, at his throne, it's poignant -- it may only be a dream, but dreams are never "only". He will mark this in his memory, recall it even eons from now.]
[ It's easy to fall into this. To forget for a moment that it is just a dream, to leave behind the horrid ordeal he just went through in the waking world. Dream's lips are warm and soft and part so sweetly against his own that Arthur cannot help but respond in kind. Let them both indulge in this for a while.
When at last they part, Arthur keeps his hold on Dream's coat, keeping him close, looking up at the other man through his lashes. ]
Mm. I should like to do that again, when I'm awake.
[ Oh, those eyes. They're terribly easy to get lost in, and even the wide, dark expanse of sky above them seems to pale in comparison to the stars in Dream's gaze. It makes it all too easy for Arthur to arch back up for another kiss. Far more brief, but just as sweet. ]
You spoil me. [ His hand falls away from Dream's coat, coming instead to rest on the side of his face. ] My stars.
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Do I now? I suppose I do look rather dashing in black. Is that a requirement?
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Distractedly:]
Yes.
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Something on your mind?
[ Is it him? Is he on your mind, Dream? ]
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Yes.
[He clears his throat.]
I am just imagining you wearing all black. You should, sometime.
[For science.]
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I can quite imagine what the real thing would do, Arthur, and I have a feeling you can, as well.
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I suppose you will simply have to update your wardrobe to find out for certain.
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As though he'd ever say no to such a request, though. In fact, when it comes to those he cares about--especially when they've breached that threshold of romance--Arthur will find that Dream is quite pliable in the request department.]
Does he?
[And so he moves forward, up the steps until he's level with the throne, a palm placed on one of its arms as he dips down and over Arthur to make up for the height difference.]
If His Majesty requests it.
[And closing that space for a kiss.]
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He has no intent of pulling away, and if Arthur wishes to hold onto the fabric of his coat as it hangs down, then so be it. Dream parts his lips slightly, makes this kiss matter, makes it last. Here, in a version of his own realm, at his throne, it's poignant -- it may only be a dream, but dreams are never "only". He will mark this in his memory, recall it even eons from now.]
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When at last they part, Arthur keeps his hold on Dream's coat, keeping him close, looking up at the other man through his lashes. ]
Mm. I should like to do that again, when I'm awake.
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Any time you like. Awake or in dreams.
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You spoil me. [ His hand falls away from Dream's coat, coming instead to rest on the side of his face. ] My stars.
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My stars. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes briefly.]
With words like that, who is the one truly being spoiled?
[He's so kind, so sweet. This man is a gift.]
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[ His thumb brushes over Dream's cheek. ]
Thank you, for bringing me here.
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And thank you for joining me. I could lose myself in moments like these. Dreams like these.
[A high compliment, coming from the lord of all dreams, no doubt. But he means every word of it. Finally, he straightens.]
And may your mind feel more refreshed when you awaken. [And may that make his physical recovery that much easier.]
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[ Moments. Dreams. Both.
Another soft pass of his thumb over Dream's skin. ]
I'm sure it shall. And I thank you for that, too.