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“I think it is bad,” Hob said with a heavy heart. It has been a while since they started meeting like that, in the Dreaming. Which caused some inconveniences in Hob’s Waking life, mostly described as oversleeping. He was currently laying next to Dream in a soft embrace of Fiddler’s Green’s grass and flowers. Hob was gently brushing Dream’s hand with his.
“What exactly? ” Dream said with a slight flavor of bitterness. His voice was quiet and soft, as a leaf rustle.
“It is getting harder to leave the Dreaming every morning.”
“Do you wish to end this? ” Dream said even more quietly as if he wanted to be misheard. It's gonna be a pity, and Dreaming will expect some enormous thunder season, but if it is what Hob wants he is not gonna stop him.
“Not with my mind clear I will ever accept this kind of offer.” Hob chuckled and turned on his side facing Dream. Some hair stripes fell on his smiling face. Dream could not help himself but tuck hair back. Hob smiled even wider as he caught his hand and landed a gentle kiss on pale knuckles.
“I was just thinking, maybe you can visit me in the Waking more? And so I will no longer have the Dream addiction.” He smiled.
“You would rather not admit your addiction to me in such an innocent way. ” Dream smiled with a spark of mocking and flirtation they both shared in their talks.
“No way you would notice it in any other way unless I say it out loud.” Hob said, returning the smirk.
“Who do you think you are? ” Dream said, and if he was not smiling at the moment, it could be taken as a threat.
“Oh I have many names. As you do. Dearest, Sunshine, A man of Good Fortune, Hob sometimes…”
Dream chuckled with his roaring unusual sound.
“You forgot ‘Love’ ”.
Hob sighed.
“And you forgot to answer the question. Would you come over in the Waking world?” He had Hope for this one.
“Indeed I will. ” Dream brushed Hob’s hair gently.
“Not ‘perhaps’?” Hob snorted. “I am surprised, my dear Lord of Dreams and Nightmares.”
“Perhaps you want me to reconsider?”
“You dare not.” Hob said but his eyes could expose his fear of Dream being usually stubborn about this. “I mean, I miss you in the Waking world as much. Just for you to know.”
“You now seem sad. ” Dream said. “ You want it this much?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Very well. ” Dream said and Hob was now staring at the sealing, sight all blurred, some annoying noise on the left and something heavy on his arm on the right.
“You overslept again, my Dearest. ” Dream said from Hob’s right. Hob turned his head. Dream was laying on his arm, messy hair, his robe only, smiling like a cat who had just pushed every single object off the table. Including Hob’s ability to make weighted decisions.
“Is it Sunday?” Hob said in a harsh voice which was doing things to Dream but what he will never admit. Hob turned on his side, as he did in the Dreaming, and Dream’s menace smile went even wider.
“No, my Love. It is Monday. You are three minutes away from being unforgivably late.”
“Bastard.” Hob whispers with his heavy breath in Dream’s lips but moved away the moment lips touched. Hob got up as nothing happened, dressing up and getting ready.
“King demands a kiss! ” Dream hissed from Hob’s bed, being the most childish and stubborn with Hob around. Fortunately they both liked it.
“Well, if King wanted to have his kiss he might wake me up before I am ‘unforgivably late’, wouldn't he?” Hob said, setting another boundary for Dream's understanding of his life and priorities. Yes, he is eager to kiss the hell out of his Dream in any time and place but he does have responsibilities and he wants Dream to respect them. “Deal?” He added, standing all dressed next to the bed where Dream currently was.
“Mhm ,” was the response.
“Brilliant,” Hob said and landed a small kiss on pale forehead, trembling inside when Dream leaned to him to extend this moment.
“You may visit me at university if you like.” Hob said as he was at the door.
“I would like.”
“Looking forward to it!”