~Unwrap Me~

        "Morpheus..."

        "Yes, luv?" he leaned back against me.

        "When's your birthday?" I asked curiously, looking up at the sky.

        Clouds swirled for a few moments as silence reigned, save for the plants' and bees' speech to me.

        The Wise One is ageless.

        He has no date of creation.

        "...I have absolutely no idea." Morpheus resumed plucking at the grass absentmindedly. "If you would allow me a moment to re-board my train of thoughts that you so rudely-"

        "The Wise One doesn't remember his own birthday?" I interrupted. A smile fought to escape my lips.

        Morpheus sighed. "There are reasons I do not call myself by that name, luv. And it isn't something anyone would remember, seeing as they would have no recollection of moments before their brain was fully established, as much as I hate to spout human logic."

        I flicked a strand of blonde hair out of my face, hitting the side of his head. "Mm... Isn't there anyone who would remember for you?"

        He twisted my hair around his fingers thoughtfully. "Not many. I have very little... family, so to speak."

        I paused, slightly saddened by his mention of nonexistent family members. It seemed even more necessary for myself to join his world.

        Typical of him to use my emotions to reel me in tighter.

        Shaking myself loose, I stood up.

Morpheus fell to the ground behind me, relieved of anything to lean on. He groaned slightly and rubbed his head.

"Oh... sorry."

He shot me a gaze that could melt rock, then shook his head and stood up.

I cleared my throat. "At any rate, everybody needs a birthday once in their life. If I throw you a party, will you forgive me?" I winked at him wryly. 

"Absolutely not," he replied, walking away. 

"What if I give you a cake?"

"Never."

"Moth decorations?"

"Close, luv." He slowed down, and I caught up with him.

"A new hat." I was starting to enjoy myself.

"Closer..." He looked at me sideways.

"What if I tied myself up in ribbons, placed a bow on my head, and asked you to unwrap me with your tongue?" 

"...That may work, luv." Morpheus wrapped his arm around my waist and lowered his voice. "Care to try it?"

"Be a good boy and I just might... Only for your birthday."

A/N- I... I just don't know. I wanted to write this and I did. I suppose now I'll lay down a carpet, burn licorice insence, and ask for the moth gods to forgive me for the great crime of writing OOC.