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THE WAKING WORLD
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LONDON, ENGLAND
As soon as Johanna Constantine stepped out of the shower, she heard the music for the very first time.
It had been a long day for her, not just because some dumb people had got themselves drunk and tried to summon damn Lucifer himself.
Not just because finding herself thinking about Rachel, being gone from her life forever.
Not just because all around her saw Johanna as a freak, an outcast staying locked up in his flat all day.
It was simply because she feared Death.
And Death, after all, would be coming for her too.
But not yet.
Not yet.
Instead, Johanna heard something else.
Rubbing her wet hair all dry, she drew back the curtains in front of the window and looked outside.
The music now grew louder, almost feeling dizzy to her ears.
She started to hum, slowly tapping her feet to this truly enchanting melody, wondering who could be able to make such magical tunes.
And then, she saw him.
Lord Morpheus, the King of Dreams, the Sandman, weaver of Dreams and Nightmares and watcher of all humanity.
The last time Johanna had seen him, he had been in search for his sand, finding it in the possession of Rachel who had died shortly afterwards.
It still hurt as Hell.
This time, he just stood there, maybe waiting for someone.
Or something.
And while waiting, he played the violin.
Johanna gasped for air, not entirely believing what she saw.
This had to be a Dream, nothing else.
Just like when she had dreamt about Rachel, their very first encounter after everything that had happened.
After everything with Astra.
Since then, she hadn't been able to sleep a single second, impatiently hoping the Nightmares would soon leave her in peace.
Hoping that he would come, making it go away with his sand or something else he was able to doing.
And as far as she knew, the one and only Sandman was more powerful than any of his siblings had ever been.
Before Johanna could rack her brain about it any further, she put on her coat and went outside.
There he was, just around the corner.
With the violin tucked under his chin, Morpheus held his eyes closed, fully embracing the melody he was playing.
He had taken it from a Sleepers' Dream, his fingers painfully yearning for that beautiful instrument he still hadn't managed to find.
So, he had borrowed it instead, not wanting to destroy this mesmerising music of his.
The very music him and Orpheus had played a thousand years ago.
A thousand years before his death, before Calliope had left for eternity.
Before his sister had disappeared, along with the violin.
Before everything had turned to ashes.
With these painful thoughts in mind, Morpheus' fingers moved the bow over the strings, first very slowly, then faster and faster.
If it weren't for Passion, he would never have discovered that secret side of him.
That virtuous, fragile side humanity possessed to make music as this, sweet and powerful.
Magical.
After a while, he set the bow down, looking round the dimly lit street in front of him.
Out of the shadows, a familiar woman emerged, her long black hair tied in a messy bun.
Johanna Constantine.
The last time he had seen her, she had been one hell of a mess, not just her flat, but her mind too.
He had made it go away, but the ghosts of the past never really vanished, being buried deep inside.
And there was something else to her, something he couldn't really explain.
Something he had yet to find out.
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a dream's crescendo | lord morpheus
Fanfiction"wake up, my darling." In which Lord Morpheus receives a mysterious message from the Waking World, forcing him to embark on a dangerous journey to retrieve what's rightfully his own. And maybe meeting some familiar faces along the way who don't hav...
