A member of the Endless Siblings, Desire is a genderless omnipresent being who serves as both the sovereign and physical embodiment of lust and yearning. Vindictive, Sardonic, Self-centered, and Cruel. Be careful what you wish for.
Silently, he snapped with dust and the pomegranate seed appeared in his fingers to be pocketed away. "I will not reiterate my feelings to you again." And again and again and again. It was a waste of time. "Goodbye, Desire." With that, he turned, and began his dramatic trek away to vanish into nothingness.
Dream could blow up right then and there, but he didn't. "I fail to see the fun in it." He placed a hand on his own bicep, head falling though still keeping prolonged eye contact with the other to show he meant everything he was saying. "After what you've DONE to me . . ." A pause.
Dream felt rather reassured that the humans' 'love' was in his domain and not Desires' as he stewed in his thoughts for that moment. "Your carelessness towards humanity. I am LOSING grip on considering you family; I've told you that once before." He kept composure, standing eerily still. "Do you not remember? Do you not think I MEANT it?"
Dream's eyes deepened with a dark glaze, tar-ridden in comparison to the usual starry opaque. Excuse? He never gave excuses. He was the last being in the universe to give excuses! (or so he thought.) Or, maybe, he was just a bit dramatic. But he would never admit that. Because he could never recognise it in himself to begin with. Some could call it stupidity.
"I did not." He put plainly, thrusting his black cape back and walking past his younger sibling, circling him like a panther. "If I wanted to speak to you independently, I would." He turns to face Desire, one on one. Red stars spark from his eyes. Only for a moment. "Due to your usual antics, it would not be so crazy to assume Death wants you under light survaliance."
It's not like he didn't like confident people, he just didn't like a confident Desire.
"Sister Death told me to check up on you." He crosses both skinny arms over his broad chest, eyes glimmering down at the other without a single tilt of his chin. "How are you faring?"
