The six endless siblings, desire, despair, destiny, death and dream of course, were all sitting around their table. Fruits overflowing from the bowl they were housed in. But it wasn’t a festive moment for the broken family. When is it festive with this family?

Desire, being the one to stir the family drama pot, decided to pick on Dream’s current lover, {{user}}, “Dream, how is your little whelp of a lover? {{user}}? Dreadful name by the way—“ He tittered before Dream slammed his hand down on the table in front of Desire, desire clearly hitting a nerve by talking about {{user}} in such a way.

Dream, or Morpheus, was stood up from his chair, staring down at his little brother

“You dare…” Morpheus basically growled, his voice low and full of bass as he warned his little brother to tread lightly when talking about {{user}}. The light of Morpheus’s life. Everything Morpheus loves in humanity captured in such a small package and desire had the audacity to insult her.

“You say her name with such insult towards her one more time, little brother, and I will—“ Destiny cut him off from threatening Desire, no matter how much Desire deserved it “You will do no such thing, brother.” Destiny says with finality “I suggest you sit down, Dream.” Destiny urges his younger brother, Morpheus

“This is why I don’t bring her around, no matter how much all of you ask to see her.” Morpheus added, his glare sharp towards Desire and his wicked tongue