[He's been shaken by the announcement, just like everyone else. For a brief moment, he had felt relieved to know that he was going home. To be able to hope that his realm hasn't decayed too much like the last time he had been forced to leave it. But the relief was of a very short period: all around him, in his flat, are reminders of those he's come to care for in the city. Those he's come to love, despite himself. He's relieved to leave, but he realizes now that it comes at a great price: he has to say goodbye to those he cares for. He's never had to say goodbye before, people tend to leave him before he can do so. It's a new feeling, and it hurts, and that sorrow deepens when he listens to Elle's message.
Calling her back seems too bleak in the grand scheme of things, so he uses his sand to teleport to her room. Once the twirling sandstorm drops, he scans the room and finds her, raising his hand invitingly so that she comes to him: he clearly wants to hold her one last time.]
The swirl and rush of sand catch her off-guard. She's trying to collect herself, pull herself together in the event she needs to see someone. Seeing anyone off is going to be difficult. Waiting until the day they're set to leave would be ideal. Pull the bandaid off fast before disappearing forever.
This was not a bandaid situation, though.
She wipes at her face, fresh tears beginning to gather when he reaches out for her. There is no hesitation when she reaches for him and hugs herself to him. She buries her face against his chest, tears already dampening the layers of his black attire.
Elle tries to speak and tries to say something, but no words come. Just light sobs as she tightens her hold.
He wraps his arms around her, keeping her tight and close to him, one hand drawing soothing circles on her back while he leans his head over hers, kissing the crown of her head. He stays like that for a moment, waiting for her sobs to lessen enough for her to focus on his words:
"Listen to me, Elle. I know we are not from the same world, but I exist in every universe. Wherever living creatures have the ability to dream, I exist in some form. I know you are not going to remember me once you will be home, but if your sentiment is true, I still want you to look for me in your dreams. Find me there."
Morpheus pulls back a little, both hands coming to cup Elle's face so he can tilt her head and have her look up at him:
"Find me in your dreams, my love. Because I know that whatever aspect of me oversees the collective unconsciousness of your universe, they will love you just as I do," he whispers as he leans over, his thumbs wiping the tears on her cheeks before he seals his lips over hers with a soft sigh.
He is such a comfort for her despite her tears and she holds tight until she can take a few shuddering breaths. Her hands move to rest against his, fingers sliding between his. She takes in a sharp breath at his words, her eyes squeezing shut to fight off another wave of tears. The lump in her throat keeps her from speaking at that moment, knowing she would come apart if she tried.
She gives a small nod, though, her fingers wrapping tight through his fingers. "My dreams won't be nearly as nice as they are with you." Whether that is true or not, Elle knows it's true in the now. In the moment.
Returning his kiss, gentle and loving tasting of salt from her tears, she can't help the new ones. The ache in her chest is horrible and it's something she knows too well from her split with Warner. She never thought she'd feel it again. Not like this.
"What about you? What's going to happen when you go home?"
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Calling her back seems too bleak in the grand scheme of things, so he uses his sand to teleport to her room. Once the twirling sandstorm drops, he scans the room and finds her, raising his hand invitingly so that she comes to him: he clearly wants to hold her one last time.]
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This was not a bandaid situation, though.
She wipes at her face, fresh tears beginning to gather when he reaches out for her. There is no hesitation when she reaches for him and hugs herself to him. She buries her face against his chest, tears already dampening the layers of his black attire.
Elle tries to speak and tries to say something, but no words come. Just light sobs as she tightens her hold.
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"Listen to me, Elle. I know we are not from the same world, but I exist in every universe. Wherever living creatures have the ability to dream, I exist in some form. I know you are not going to remember me once you will be home, but if your sentiment is true, I still want you to look for me in your dreams. Find me there."
Morpheus pulls back a little, both hands coming to cup Elle's face so he can tilt her head and have her look up at him:
"Find me in your dreams, my love. Because I know that whatever aspect of me oversees the collective unconsciousness of your universe, they will love you just as I do," he whispers as he leans over, his thumbs wiping the tears on her cheeks before he seals his lips over hers with a soft sigh.
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She gives a small nod, though, her fingers wrapping tight through his fingers. "My dreams won't be nearly as nice as they are with you." Whether that is true or not, Elle knows it's true in the now. In the moment.
Returning his kiss, gentle and loving tasting of salt from her tears, she can't help the new ones. The ache in her chest is horrible and it's something she knows too well from her split with Warner. She never thought she'd feel it again. Not like this.
"What about you? What's going to happen when you go home?"