The silence that followed his words was heavy. “No.” He said, sincerely, “Maybe not, but I do.” You chuckled, “Home?” You scoffed, “Well, since The Dreaming has its King and everything back, I doubt it needs me.” It’s time you come back to where you truly belong.” The Dreaming is as it once was, I’ve reconstructed it. I didn’t just up and leave, I was captured.
Morpheus took cautious steps towards you, still keeping a safe distance as he spoke carefully, “I’ve come to apologise. You turned back around to face him, and asked in a heated tone, “Why are you here, my Lord? Why now? Why come at all?” You reached the middle of your spacious living room before you realised that you couldn’t take this any longer. You rolled your eyes, turning around to walk further into your house. Just to piss him off, simply because you wanted to, you said, “May I take your coat?”Īll he did was exhale loudly, steadily through his nose, which was equivalent to him rolling his eyes. Not even the dramatic, long black coat swayed the tiniest bit - almost like the Lord ordered it not to. A princely, arrogant and broody pout on his perfect lips. And took your time to really look at him. He shut the door behind him and stood awkwardly in the middle of your foyer. You unlocked your door and without looking back at him, you knew he followed. You approached him, but then instead of answering, you walked past him up the stairs and towards your front door. He cut you off rather gently, “Stop calling me that. Emotions that were currently overflowing and the sight of the being in front of you didn’t help at all. You felt like a pot containing a mixture of boiling emotions. You won’t fit anywhere else I’m afraid.” He paused, then said, “So I’ve come to take you home.” I made you, and you were created for the Dreaming. “Lucienne mentioned that you fled The Dreaming soon after I was gone. You nodded, then asked, “Why are you here?” Instead you asked, “How did you find me?” His deep voice was almost cold and monotonous as much as it was soothing and familiar.Īlways with his pretentious words. “You’ve kept yourself from me.” He sounded as calm as ever. When he looked up at you with remorse and guilt and hurt in his glossy eyes but also a slight bit of bitterness and anger, you quickly rectified your previous words.Īlmost bitterly and with sarcasm, you said, “I mean, my Lord.” You even gave him a mockery of a bow. You didn’t even sound surprised as you walked up to your house and found him, sitting there and sulking on the stairs to the porch. Themes: friends-to-lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst,Ī/n: i’m creating a new tag list for my darling Morpheus, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future Morpheus fics
Turns out, while he was captive in the cage, the dark and broody Lord of Dreams dreamt of only one thing - being reunited with you.
You used to be friends, but now that he’s back from being gone for so long, things are different. But he’s back now, and your feelings for each other have changed. You missed him more than anything for the entire century that he’d been gone. Run-through: You and Morpheus have known each other since, well, since he created you to help him take care of The Dreaming.
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