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“My Lord.”
“Yes, Lucienne?”
“It’s just. There’s a new word in the library today.”
“Yes, that’s rather common, is it not?”
“Yes but today it’s in reference to you, my Lord.”
“Is it, then? And what is this new word?”
Was he preening? Over a neologism? Lucienne was starting to regret bringing this up. There was really nowhere good this could be going. Considering the source. It was concerning though. She winced about the possible upcoming tmi and plowed ahead.
“Yes, my Lord. It’s Muhulhu. So far it’s in tumblr, and it’s starting to appear in fanfiction wips. My Lord, is everything okay?”
She hadn’t actually known the Dreamlord could turn that particular shade of red. Did he realize he was doing it? Usually he had much better control over bodily reactions except when he was…. Oh fuck, fuck it all. When would she learn Not To Ask.
“Everything is fine, Lucienne,” Morpheus stated icily.
“But a portmanteau of your name with Cthulhu, my Lord? Have we not had enough trouble with Elder Gods in the past?”
“Ah, I see where your concern is coming from. No, no, it’s not the actual Cthulhu this time. The dreamers just conflated the Gaiman Elder God whose skull and spine compose my Helm with the Lovecraftian Elder God. It makes for an interesting ‘ship name’ as they call it. Cthulhu itself is not involved.”
“Just the Helm, then?” Oh my god, a ship name, Lucienne thought. What the actual fuck is he doing with his Helm? No! Don’t think about it! For the sake of your sanity!
“Yes, just me and my Helm. They’ve had some interesting ideas….” Caressing his Helm in a lewd manner, the King of Dreams and Nightmares started drifting off. Well, Lucienne supposed, that title does include wet dreams and monster fucking. She suppressed a slightly hysterical groan.
“Yes, my Lord, thank you for the reassurance.” Lucienne ducked her head to avoid the sight and turned to the shelf again, nervously rearranging the incipient fanfics. Muhulhu. What would these people think of next, she wondered despairingly. Well, at least Morpheus was happy (and busy). She would just have to warn Matthew to stay far away from his chambers for the time being. And maybe the throne room too.