I do not want anything of you. { the rest is implied. i am not here to hurt you. he has no reason, per his duties. they tell him she's not a threat right now. morpheus did not come to wanda seeking anything but answers to a disruption out of his making. most often, he just does, instead of pondering on it for a long time. his sister would say he can be rather impulsive when he has a goal in mind. he thinks she isn't enough, but different domains require different might. the lord of dreams is precautious to no end.
he has a tendency to get into his own self-made mindset, fortified and made of hollow bones to keep the thoughts confined. he will not kick down someone who is wounded, yet even in the state wanda presents, she still has more power than most he's encountered. it is the mystery of it that keeps him there when he can just bow out. the cabin in the distance glows, and he could intervene, but he won't. she does not know that yet. the ancient thing within those walls, it whispers to him; it recognizes his surreal existence. he's beginning to understand slowly. }
I admit, I could be more creative with the names. My creations are not intended to harm. They only reveal the truth, and within it is a choice. Your choice is yours to make, but with it are consequences. You possess something that is not yours. I've met many who hunger power. Fools. This is not that. { a presumptuous statement, one that did not take much to craft after only being within wanda's might. he is not touching the reigns. until he does. he takes the apple, then bites into it. the crunch of it echoes briefly, cut and crisp of a sound. he's had his dealings with those that took what is not theirs, of those who seek to possess him in ways he won't ever allow. his tools are with him now. he might be acting from inward judgement, but if there's something that morpheus does not like, it's lacking knowledge.
the apple tastes of tart sweetness, and within it is a hint of unfiltered loss. something shifts in him. a familiarity of when he first got captured. wanda does not know of his experiences, but somehow the imbalance of knowing her past dreams only settle the ambience created. she's lost more than the average mortal. he can almost understand the reactive nature of what he found out happened in westview. morpheus had no stake to intervene then, and wouldn't have.
he's only been back for some time before the effects of the blip became apparent. the newfound dreams that manifested have kept him rather busy. they can wait. the apple's core burns hot in his hand. he drops it as the creation becomes dust. his posture remains far too still, as if his means of testing are meant to evoke an answer. there he goes again, with the ruffled impulsivity his sister has warned him about in the subtle way morpheus masks within inquisitiveness. it is only partly. }
Protect might be the wrong word. I will ask this instead. What do you seek?
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he has a tendency to get into his own self-made mindset, fortified and made of hollow bones to keep the thoughts confined. he will not kick down someone who is wounded, yet even in the state wanda presents, she still has more power than most he's encountered. it is the mystery of it that keeps him there when he can just bow out. the cabin in the distance glows, and he could intervene, but he won't. she does not know that yet. the ancient thing within those walls, it whispers to him; it recognizes his surreal existence. he's beginning to understand slowly. }
I admit, I could be more creative with the names. My creations are not intended to harm. They only reveal the truth, and within it is a choice. Your choice is yours to make, but with it are consequences. You possess something that is not yours. I've met many who hunger power. Fools. This is not that. { a presumptuous statement, one that did not take much to craft after only being within wanda's might. he is not touching the reigns. until he does. he takes the apple, then bites into it. the crunch of it echoes briefly, cut and crisp of a sound. he's had his dealings with those that took what is not theirs, of those who seek to possess him in ways he won't ever allow. his tools are with him now. he might be acting from inward judgement, but if there's something that morpheus does not like, it's lacking knowledge.
the apple tastes of tart sweetness, and within it is a hint of unfiltered loss. something shifts in him. a familiarity of when he first got captured. wanda does not know of his experiences, but somehow the imbalance of knowing her past dreams only settle the ambience created. she's lost more than the average mortal. he can almost understand the reactive nature of what he found out happened in westview. morpheus had no stake to intervene then, and wouldn't have.
he's only been back for some time before the effects of the blip became apparent. the newfound dreams that manifested have kept him rather busy. they can wait. the apple's core burns hot in his hand. he drops it as the creation becomes dust. his posture remains far too still, as if his means of testing are meant to evoke an answer. there he goes again, with the ruffled impulsivity his sister has warned him about in the subtle way morpheus masks within inquisitiveness. it is only partly. }
Protect might be the wrong word. I will ask this instead. What do you seek?