Prompt: Secret Society - Tumblr Posts

Dream of the Endless adored The New Inn. It was a symbol of devotion. Of faith.

Of love.

Hob had even used some gravel and bricks from the White Horse in the construction of the new building. Combined with his intent, the New Inn felt like a place of power, where his essence was much stronger than the rest of the Waking. Dream enjoyed the warmth of his friend in the place of connection and new beginnings, in the comfort of being wrapped in his own power with a degree of separation he could never gain in the Dreaming.

He made it a point to visit the Inn at least twice a week, and Hob welcomed him every time. Even when the human had nothing to say (rare), or was too busy with marking papers to say (much more frequent, now that the term had started), they could sit in a companionable silence, often with Dream resting his head in Hob’s lap, and he could confirm Hob's hospitality was miles better than that of a certain secret society.

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