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Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs by Moorishflower
Fandom The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022)
14 Feb 2024
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“And..” Hob pauses, “this was good for you? It’s what you wanted?”
Dream closes his eyes and sighs out a breath he doesn’t need, if only to make another attempt at dislodging the rock in his chest. He knew what would happen when he approached his previous lover. He knew their nature, and he’d done it anyway. This is his fault.
He just wishes the hole inside of him would fill. He despises feeling so hollow.
“Oh,” Hob breathes then, as if understanding some complex problem that Dream himself cannot see, and the frown deepens. “Oh, you’re in a bad drop, aren’t you, love?”
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In which Dream has a knack for self-destruction, but at least Hob knows how to handle it.Bookmarked by warmfireplace
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One day, in spring, he comes to the Inn.
Hob looks up and he’s there, and the relief is blinding. He thinks tu m’as manqué, fuck, because you were missing from me feels more true than I missed you ever has. English missing was ruined for him the moment he learned the French way of it. Longing is meant to be a reflexive verb.
It would be a bad faith translation, even for him. He tells himself this is why he doesn’t say it.
He thinks at last, and that’s a doable one. So he smiles, says, “You’re late.”
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“Kneel,” said Dream.
Hob knelt before him. Dream pressed his own thumb to his lips and wet it. He took Hob’s chin in the other hand and tilted his face up. “Some do this with ash. To acknowledge death. Mortality. It would not befit you,” he said, and smudged his wet thumb in a sign upon Hob’s forehead. “Now you wear my mark,” he said.
“I have always worn your mark, my Lord,” said Hob.
“Then remember you are mine and to me you shall return,” Dream said.
On the look of stained glass, the smell of churches, the taste of your friend’s mouth, and the feeling of receiving a sacrament several centuries overdue. Or: the entirely accidental but inevitable divinity of Hob's devotion.
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