"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!"
[Oh, somehow that makes him feel self-conscious, but not entirely in a bad way. Like Arthur is beginning to see right through him, though he has nothing really to hide -- and he'll be the first to admit that he can be sentimental.]
[ No, Arthur isn't one to take advantage of anyone for any reason, but least of all because they're sentimental. It's a positive, in his book. He casts Dream a smile, sweet and soft. ]
[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.
[ What a marvelous sight, the way rows of shelves give way to wide open space, beams of otherworldly light, and the whole of the sky opened up above them. ]
It's beautiful. [ Though quite empty, he notices. ] Do you normally sit in here all by yourself?
But no, I do not simply sit here by myself and hope for company. There are many things to do in the Dreaming, and very little time for an Endless to remain idle. I must oversee the health of the realm when necessary. And if not that, then I spend my time creating dreams and nightmares.
I cannot know while trapped. [In Reverie, he means.] And it is all dependent upon how much time passes while I am gone. When I was missing for a century, what you see here today... It was left in ruin.
[The throne room was in shambles, and he had been too weak to fix everything that had broken. That was an extreme example, of course, but the uncertainty is still bothersome.]
[He gestures with an open palm towards the throne and the stairs winding up to it, nodding.]
Of course.
[And he will follow a few steps behind if Arthur chooses to ascend. And while these stairs are a very strange structure, leading up high with no apparent support, there is no fear of one tumbling off into the abyss with a misstep -- not a smidgen of vertigo.]
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It seems like you came around to him eventually.
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[During his momentous rap battle with the devil.]
You will find that I am more sentimental than I appear at first glance. [this surprises no one] He was bound to have... grown on me.
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I believe I am finding it more and more by the moment. Your sentimentality.
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...A flattering trait, I hope.
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Of course, not that he would ever expect such a thing from Arthur, nor for him to see it as a negative. He is far too generous of a man.]
…of course. [A beat.] When we are done here, I can show you the rest of the Dreaming, if you like.
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I would like that very much.
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We are close to the throne room, if that interests you?
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[ Thinking about it, he supposes that makes sense. ]
Take me. I want to see.
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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.
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[ What a marvelous sight, the way rows of shelves give way to wide open space, beams of otherworldly light, and the whole of the sky opened up above them. ]
It's beautiful. [ Though quite empty, he notices. ] Do you normally sit in here all by yourself?
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[In other words, when he sulks!]
But no, I do not simply sit here by myself and hope for company. There are many things to do in the Dreaming, and very little time for an Endless to remain idle. I must oversee the health of the realm when necessary. And if not that, then I spend my time creating dreams and nightmares.
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Have you any idea how it fares in your absence? Your realm.
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I cannot know while trapped. [In Reverie, he means.] And it is all dependent upon how much time passes while I am gone. When I was missing for a century, what you see here today... It was left in ruin.
[The throne room was in shambles, and he had been too weak to fix everything that had broken. That was an extreme example, of course, but the uncertainty is still bothersome.]
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For whatever it might be worth, I have heard tell that time is at a standstill outside of this place. So mayhap all is well.
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He'd know, it's his dad.What is the truth for one person, or one world, may not be the same for his own universe.Still, the optimism is appreciated.]
I do hope to find out sooner rather than later.
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[ So, about that throne, though. He angles his head at the stairs spiraling up, up, up. ]
May I?
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Of course.
[And he will follow a few steps behind if Arthur chooses to ascend. And while these stairs are a very strange structure, leading up high with no apparent support, there is no fear of one tumbling off into the abyss with a misstep -- not a smidgen of vertigo.]
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Once he's reached the top, he spends a moment just peering out at the rest of the room. ]
You've quite the view.
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He stands just a few steps below, raising his brows.]
You can sit if you want. [Decorum doesn't matter when it's just the two of them.] If you're curious.
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[ How could he not be? He steps over and seats himself in the throne, one leg crossed over the other. ]
How do I look?
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It suits you.
[Unsurprisingly, maybe.]
You look like a proper King of Dreams.
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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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