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The LAYERS needed in a modern/human Dreamling au. Some level of Endless family dysfunction, obviously. Hob's family can be be dead or not, it's all good. Are they old enough to have individually gained the awareness they are off-puttingly intense and should hide it a bit at first, or still in that "no, why would I need to Elsa this" stage?
Option A is both of them trying to play it cool, like "don't scare him off" except they so badly want to go from zero to sixty.
(Death and Desire have ruthlessly drilled Dream with flashcards about how to react appropriately in situations.
Desire: it's your one-month anniversary, what do you do?
Dream: [hesitantly] NOT propose?
Desire and Death, conferring, because that's technically correct but the delivery was suspect.
Death, encouragingly: Good start. And?
Dream: a nice dinner and maybe a walk?
Desire: well done!
Death: and for a three-month anniversary?
Dream: give them a key to my flat.
Desire: [airhorn] NO. RED CARD.)
Option B makes them the classic anecdotal "my grandparents got engaged within seven days of meeting each other and still are happy together".
(Death, rubbing her temples: so you met this guy--
Dream: Hob
Death: -- Hob, and within 1 day you gave notice to the Registrar's Office and figured out the best day to get married. And Hob agreed to this?
Dream: NO.
Death: oh thank go-
Dream: Hob SUGGESTED this.
Death: . . .
Dream: are you going to be a witness or not?
Death, 29 days later in the Registrar's Office, to Hob's witness: Is he sane?
Johanna Constantine, drinking heavily from a large flask: unfortunately yes, by all legal definitions.
Death: fuck
Johanna: [passing the flask over] if your brother's even a tenth as intense as Hob, they'll be fine. Probably.
Death, brightening: Is Hob that bad?
Johanna: You know how sometimes you meet somebody and think "oof, they're a bit much, best give them a wide berth"?
Death: yeah.
Johanna: Hob's like a camouflaged hole in the ground of muchness. Except he's done the hole up all nice and he knows that sometimes you just want to be left alone in the hole to sulk and rattle the spikes for a bit, and occasionally get a F&M hamper tossed in.
Death: [hmmmmmmm'ing approvingly]
Johanna, morose: the bastard.
In the background, Hob and Dream are pressing their foreheads together and basking in each other's presence)
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This past fall there was a box on the walkup to one of the houses I pass when I go to the library. It said "free irises" and was full of bare tubers. So I took a couple and buried them in one of my flower beds. I had no idea what they were going to look like (assuming they survived the winter).
Jackpot! Love it. Free plants ftw.
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What is Barry saved under in Rafe’s phone in your mind?
I think it depends on the stage of their relationship + how Rafe's feeling in the moment, like he's definitely the type of constantly change contacts based on whether he's annoyed with the person or not.
When he first saves Barry in his phone it's probably impersonal, like some variation of dealer or just 🔌 🔌 🔌 in the hopes someone will sneak a peek during a party, and he'll get to feel like a big man having that connection.
Eventually he'll change it to Barry, once they're friendly and seeing the name pop up every once in a while makes his teeth ache and his stomach swoop.
But then they'll get in an argument, one where Rafe's pouty and watery eyed and Barry pretends not to care. They don't talk until Rafe has been huffing around the house searching for something before confessing he's lost his phone and needs Barry to call it. The device will be conveniently tucked in between the couch cushions next to where Barry's sitting and when he digs it out to hand it over, he realises there's no name listed as the contact, it's literally just his phone number. Like he's some stranger. It's so petty, so Rafe who is so annoying, but it has the desired effect of pissing Barry off so it's a win.
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