La Mechancete De La Vie || Morpheus

VII. If I Were To Dream, I Would Dream Of You.

The succession of events that was the Vortex, the reveal of Desire's meddling, and Dream's threatening of his sibling in response; had left very little time for Dream and Life to spend together.

Though this time, Life didn't mind the distance as much, as she had come to accept this would happen when she realised she fell for the King of the Dreaming.

Who enters the room she's staying in, his room- he has yet to provide her with one of her own, not that she minds- as Life finds a lot of comfort in being surrounded by him.

She senses his eyes on her, watching her read on his balcony. She turns her head to look at him, causing the Endless to walk towards her, onto the balcony and sit next to her. Life looks at him, really looks at him, "Go."

Dream looks at her, surprise in his eyes.

"Go. Calliope needs your help." She smiles softly at Dream, "Go."

He kisses her, causing a surprised sound to leave her mouth. Dream parts from her, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Concentrate on helping Calliope." She says as she watches him stand, her eyelids blinking more rapidly as sand envelops him and he disappears.

Life can't help but wonder why he was surprised. Was it so unlike her to encourage helping someone? Or was it something else? She lingers on the memory, dissecting the moment.

What was he worried about? Did he think I would be jealous Calliope has re-entered his world of existence? Am I jealous? What does jealousy feel like? I don't feel any different.

Life sighs, casting it out of her mind and continuing her book- The Mark of Athena, finding the author's characterisation of Greek and Roman Gods rather amusing and surprisingly accurate.

It's a few days before she sees Dream again. The Endless devotes himself to freeing Calliope, something she can't help but admire about him, how much he cares.

She feels him enter the Dreaming, his string telling her Calliope is now free. Life rises from her chair in the library, nodding to Lucienne as she passes her on the way to the throne room. She enters just as Dream does, "How is she?"

Dream jumps slightly, having not sensed her or realised she was close. "Calliope is well. She's on her way back to Greece."

"I'm glad." She smiles at Dream, "And the author?"

"He has no memory of Calliope or myself."

Life raises an eyebrow, "Merciful, considering what he's done."

"She asked I let him go, so I did."

"Hmm, no desire for revenge, that one." Her head dips as she chuckles, something twinging inside her- before raising it again, "Cute."

Dream hums, admiring Calliope's ability to forgive, before he tilts his head at Life, sensing something amiss with her.

She smiles at him, amused and confused. "You did think I'd be jealous of her coming back into your life."

"You're not."

Life shakes her head. "I have no reason to be."

"Then what bothers you?"

"You admire her ability to forgive, her lack of want for revenge. I have often thought my need for revenge troubles you. And it confuses me, considering how quickly you got your own on Alex Burgess."

"I understand why it would, and I admit it has bothered me."

Life hums, annoyed at the hypocrisy, but knows he has more to say, so she waits for him to continue.