This world has been for the most part so dull that Desire prefers to spend most of their time in this strange approximation of the Dreaming. It's much more comfortable here, they can create a facsimile of their Threshold to live in, and lie low until they can discern what this dimension-entity wants with them.
They're aware that their body is sleeping somewhere, and it's a minor annoyance that they are, apparently, required to have a physical form here, but for the most part watching the dreams of mortals has been enough of a distraction that they haven't worried too much about it.
But this, now, this is something they haven't encountered before. Some sort of presence, familiar and foreign at the same time. Desire is roused from their idleness; they need to explore this thing. They wander through the arterial corridors of their illusion-home, feeling out the presence and letting their own dream mingle with this other one. The scenery shifts, and Desire finds themself standing in their gallery, or some poor excuse for it. They frown in distaste as they see the row of portraits: the frames are full of buzzing static where their siblings should be, the plinths empty of sigils, as if to illustrate just how very alone they are here. Desire shudders.
They turn away and catch sight of a hole in the wall where there would not be, not if this was their actual residence. They are certain it didn't exist a moment ago. And there is no sign of where it might lead, because there is nothing but darkness, but Desire approaches it anyway because that strange presence is stronger here, this is what they've been looking for. They stand in the doorway and peer inside, noting the way the walls seem to absorb the light coming from Desire's dream. Oh this is interesting. They reach through and give the wall a light stroke, exploratory, and smile at the coolness, the hush of expectation.
"Well hello," they say with a smile, and cross over into the darkness. "Aren't you lovely."
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They're aware that their body is sleeping somewhere, and it's a minor annoyance that they are, apparently, required to have a physical form here, but for the most part watching the dreams of mortals has been enough of a distraction that they haven't worried too much about it.
But this, now, this is something they haven't encountered before. Some sort of presence, familiar and foreign at the same time. Desire is roused from their idleness; they need to explore this thing. They wander through the arterial corridors of their illusion-home, feeling out the presence and letting their own dream mingle with this other one. The scenery shifts, and Desire finds themself standing in their gallery, or some poor excuse for it. They frown in distaste as they see the row of portraits: the frames are full of buzzing static where their siblings should be, the plinths empty of sigils, as if to illustrate just how very alone they are here. Desire shudders.
They turn away and catch sight of a hole in the wall where there would not be, not if this was their actual residence. They are certain it didn't exist a moment ago. And there is no sign of where it might lead, because there is nothing but darkness, but Desire approaches it anyway because that strange presence is stronger here, this is what they've been looking for. They stand in the doorway and peer inside, noting the way the walls seem to absorb the light coming from Desire's dream. Oh this is interesting. They reach through and give the wall a light stroke, exploratory, and smile at the coolness, the hush of expectation.
"Well hello," they say with a smile, and cross over into the darkness. "Aren't you lovely."