despite everything, it's still you.

there's a brief head tilt , as though they're considering how to answer the question , then a hum follows. “ missus will do just fine for now , brother Hob. ”

Dream meets the girl's eyesand she freezes, transfixed—only to move again when he matches his steps with his companion once more. "I should wonder." There is little joy to be found in surprises, he has found, and yet the rush of discovery fills him, like new.

“ well , 'twas bound ta happen eventually with your lifespan , aye ? ” there's a curl of lips and a shrug from the god. “ where's my manners. missus Hermes. or mister. 't depends. ”

Every library is quaint in their own way. Stories bound and collected through every hand, every thought, each choice revealing something new about the curator—and each visitor who walks through each door. This one smells of latent vigour, like crackling fire.

"I should think you have got more to live for, Hob Gadling." Even when their 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, such as they are, have multiplied in recent months.

Only by the patient ministration of his sister, and yes, in part, Hob Gadling. "You have got your whole life ahead of you." He glances to the side, at his companion, stars spin in his eyes. "And yet you have lived so much."

"So you remain a gambling man." Was it not a gamble, after all, that had led them into their predicament in the first place? To throw oneself into the notion of immortality, so headlong in his conviction.

“ hadestown. the underworld. encircled by the river Styx. ” there's a pause , as their gaze is directed to the waters. a small handful of seeds breaking the surface once more.

“ You're going to have to be a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 more specific than that, Hob, ” Drew points out with a wag of his pointing finger. “ What type of museum do you wanna visit? ”

“ entertain a missus and elaborate , hm ? ” there's a wink as she shakes her hands. the feathers attached to sleeves making a quiet ruffling sound.

“ For someone who's new around here, Hob, you sure have a knack for 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. ” Drew takes the opportunity to jab at his lack of one, the grin never leaving his face. “ Look, you got any questions, ask away. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 I am not going to repeat myself ⦗ + ⦘

There is a hum at his lips, a twinkle in his eye. It might be the sun, refracting its light upon his form of shadow and alabaster; or something else entirely. "I tend to despise surprises."

“ Sir? Nah, just call me Drew. ” He tucks his hands inside his pockets, a shrug of his shoulders and a flash of a smile. Drew tilts his head sideways, squinting his eyes to observe the stranger before him. “ Don't think I've ever seen you around before. ”

"Do you?" Silent steps find themselves adjusting to Hob Gadling's pace. An 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 pace, free from restraint. He could almost pretend he was mortal. "Pray. Lead the way."

“ is that what you think ? or did others tell y' that ? ” an eyebrow is arched , at him , before the pocket watch is put back into her pocket.

juust .. whichever he thinks .. most fascinating oor .. interesting ?

— Achei que não gostaria de me ver depois daquela noite. — confessou, desviando o olhar para o antigo amigo. — Principalmente pela forma que me retirei daquela vez. No entanto, aqui está você, me recebendo tão bem novamente. — assim, não tardou a tomar mais um gole de vinho.