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MSND Production, Saturday, 7 p.m. FHT

After weeks of excruciating rehearsals, the school's production of, A Midsummer Night's Dream is finally being staged in the school auditorium.

Come. Buy popcorn. Mock.

[OOC: OCD threads up, huzzah!]

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The pain of this went too deep, cut too harsh, for prevarication or lies. "We had heard. We grieve with thee, Lord Shaper. For what did occur."

Ohhh...

You have some comment, child?

No.

"He is with his Eurydice, now. It should have happened long ago," Dream said. "I was too proud, as was he."

It is clear admitting this is one of the most intimate things Dream has done recently. As if to undercut this, he glanced over at Lee.

"How do you believe your husband enjoys his time here?"

Titania can hardly bear this. For so long, she wondered if Orpheus's death was the beginning of a long decline, and seeing him here, like this, with these words, humbled... oh, she would cry for it, yes, would it not reveal far too much.

His second question catches her off-guard, and she says, "I hardly know. He seems as ever he is. Spiteful and childish in action, inscrutable in thought and heart."

"Ah," Dream said. "Still, you both have your ... other interests."

His eyes slid over to Niall at this point. "And of course, you are queen."

"I will always be Queen."

Studying him, even knowing the futility, she had to reach out one hand, and rest it on his. "There are interests, and... loves. You know the difference, I would hope. And what that difference was, for me."

Dream froze and pulled his hand away.

"I do know the difference," he said shortly, though not unkindly.

Then: "It seems our time apart has made you bold, my lady."

Merely what has passed during that time.

Even this rebuff could not turn her away completely. "Forgive me, Lord. I do not allow myself the luxury of regrets. But on occasion, even a Queen may-- wonder." She paused, then looked down at her hands and whispered. "About what might have been."

"What might have been, was not," Dream said, raising a hand to Titania's face. "However we would have it now."

A brief smile twisted his face. "You are always welcome in the Dreaming, you know. You and your king."

Parker's throat closed at this invitation, understanding that it could never be accepted now. Titania had to clear their throat in order to answer him, the girl's confusion and almost-grief undermining her resolve. "I had thought, perhaps-- that would have changed, with time, and choices made." She raised her eyes to him, then softly said, "And that you did not ask me to go, before."

Dream swallowed hard himself.

If he could, he would explain that he had not believed she would come, in any case. That he thought their responsibilities were too different. That, whatever his faults, he had never knowingly broken a relationship not already ruined by death.

But he did not say any of that.

"I thought about many things, when I was held captive," he said. "Old friends were among them."

"I am at this school until May. Perhaps I should journey to Faerie, after that. Nuala must go home, though I appreciate her gift; she is becoming rather too attached to the Dreaming. I could escort her."

"Yes. You could." Titania held herself still, aching with what had happened, what could not be changed, what would do no good to protest. "You are as welcome in Faerie, as ever you were. My lord would not refuse you invitation. And I would be --" Oh, this was hard, too hard, damn time and space for their tricks upon her. "--pleased, to have you there, as My guest."

Tell him! Tell him he can't go!

It would do no good.

But why? He was killed because he left the Dreaming!

Foolish, credulous child. The Endless do not die, but that their will plays some part in it.

A silence then, muted and shocked. An echo of a memory, quickly put away far in the girl's mind.

....oh. I'm sorry. So sorry.

Spare me your tears. Save them for other tragedies. Mine is merely loss of what I could never have again, in any event. Dream's tragedy was by his own hand designed, and even now, in this moment, unfolds like an intricate paper swan. It can not be changed.

I'm still sorry.

"That is good to know," Dream said, then frowned as he noted the war on Parker-Titania's face.

"Does something trouble you, my lady?"

"Nothing of which you should be aware."

Titania found a smile within her, to simply see him again, and to have said what she had said. "And I am grateful for the presence of old friends. No matter under what circumstances and in what places they are found. It has been--" Her voice caught. "Too long."

She took a step away, and studied him. "Is there aught that I can do for you, My Lord?"

Dream glanced around the dark theater with a grimace. "I know what fae may do in the dark," he said. "Mind that your court behaves properly."

"And I shall see you soon, as I am also grateful for a familiar face."

"I look forward to it, my lord Morpheus." Titania kept her face sheltered behind the girl's hair. "I go to do what I may, to restrain my people."

Very softly, "Good night, my lord. Rest you gentle."

"And you as well, my lady," Dream said. He gave her hand a final touch as she retreated.

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