My old friend, thank you for helping me upon my arrival in this world. I have found a suitable flat near the hospital and have moved there. Please visit sometime.
[ When he extended the invitation, Hob did not expect a visit so soon. At first, he thinks it might be someone else. Hopefully not some rightful owner of the flat here to kick him out.
When he opens the door and sees Dream there, there's a surprised smile on Hob's face. ]
Hello, old stranger. I see you got my letter. Would you like to come in?
[ Hob steps aside to allow Dream to enter. The apartment is not much to look at. It's got a single bedroom and bathroom, judging by the door. There's a couch, a coffee table, and a small kitchen with a counter that can fit a couple of stools. There's also a round table and a pair of chairs.
The walls are stark and white and completely lacking in warmth or personality. The warmest thing in the room is Hob's smile. A few boxes are on the floor with some household items Hob has picked up. He must have been in the process of unpacking them when Dream arrived. ]
I haven't gathered much yet, but I can make you some tea, if you'd like.
[ it's to be expected, of course, with him only having just arrived, but it still lends to a faint pang after the homeliness of the apartment they shared in the City. ]
As you will, if it does not tax your few supplies.
[ The City apartment was twice as big, with more windows and an extra bedroom that was reserved for Dream. An apartment this size is only made for someone who expects to be living alone. ]
Not at all. The nice thing about this world is you can easily get more things if you need them.
[ Hob gets busy with retrieving a tea kettle and a tin out of one of the boxes, then carries them to the kitchen to get started on the beverages. ]
I take it you didn't have any trouble finding the place? I was worried I somehow got the address wrong.
Yes, that is one of the more pleasant changes from the City.
[ he takes soft steps, a slow meander as Hob moves with more purpose, half wandering before he finds himself at the counter to watch him prep the tea. ]
I confess that I did not use the letter you wrote. I found you rather than the location.
[ Even though Dream mentions it, Hob can't recall anything about that place. And yet, there's something about seeing Dream standing at the counter while he assembles the tea service that's... familiar. ]
Really? That's handy.
[ Hob places two cups as he waits for the kettle to boil. ]
Can you do that with anyone or just someone you know?
[ But even with his full power, Dream cannot break the hold this world has over them. That's concerning. Hob tries not to let the worry show on his face, but he's not always good at hiding his thoughts. ]
Have you met others here? Gotten to know anyone else?
[ Hob finishes preparing the tea and places two mugs on the counter, one before Dream, should he choose to drink it. Hob holds his own in both hands. ]
There's a lot about this place that's troubling. You're being held here with all of your power, for one. There are others here who are also powerful, and none can do anything about our situation.
[ Hob knows it must be hard to go from one cage to another, even if this one makes it seem as though he's free. None of them are free here, especially if they get pushed into missions
As for the tea, the offer is more of a formality. Hob won't be bothered if Dream doesn't drink any of it. ]
I know I usually do the talking, but if you want to talk about something, I'm here.
[ He knows what happened to Dream. What happened to himself six hundred years ago. And heard he was in another place he doesn't remember. Is there anything he's missing? Other than knowing anything about Vanessa, but it's clear Dream isn't going to fill him in on any details about her life and neither is she. ]
[ That gets a raised brow and an amused look from Hob, along with a smile. Oh? Is Dream dying to talk about himself after six hundred years of listening to Hob do all the talking? Maybe he's just ready to be more open, at least, to an extent. ]
If I am permitted, alright. I guess I want to know what it is you do between one-hundred year visits.
[ ready to be open would be more accurate, or perhaps that he learned to enjoy the more intimate knowledge that Hob had of him? even he's not sure beyond desiring more time with him. ]
Put simply, I rule over my realm. It is called the Dreaming.
[ More time with him is something Hob has always wanted but could never dare to ask. It's a pity he doesn't remember how much time they shared in another realm. It would have been like a dream for him. ]
It is the world where people go to dream, where they find respite from the Waking World that leaves them wanting and weary. When dreamers sleep and enter my realm, they find freedom and adventure to face their fears and fantasies in the dreams and nightmares that I create. That is my purpose and my function, and I control all within the Dreaming, lest the nightmares and dreams consume and destroy the dreamers.
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