89 Quotes About Morpheus

“So, he’s pouting, right? That’s why he missed the ceremony,” I say over the instruments. “He’s been away from his home for some time. He had things to do. To prepare for your night together.” Gossamer’s furred wings buzz into action, lifting her off my shoulder. “Sure.” I smother a smile. “We both know he didn’t come because he would’ve been bored to tears. There’s too much orderliness for his liking.” She giggles in agreement—a tinkling sound that blends with the music.

»Hast du das hier schon mal gesehen?« Morpheus deutet auf das nachgiebige rote Zeug, das mich fast umgebracht hat.Friedrich betrachtet es einen Moment lang ratlos, dann geht ihm ein Licht auf. »Das ist Wackelpudding!«Er steckt ein kleines bisschen von der Masse in seinen Mund, was echt eklig ist, wenn man bedenkt, wo sich das Zeug vor Kurzem noch befunden hat.»Himbeere«, stellt er fachkundig fest.

“He’s wicked. He’s dangerous. And he’s far from trustworthy. But he’s devoted to me and Wonderland. In that respect, he’s my friend.” I stop before the rest can escape: He’s lodged himself inside the netherling half of my heart, no matter how hard I tried to deny him access.

I start to pull back, but he hugs me tighter. “You love me. You admitted it.”“I do love you.” His body trembles in response, as if he can’t contain his emotions at my confession.

I’m game for anything. Will you pelt me with falling hearts in a symbolic rain of our unrequited love? Or perhaps chain me to a wall in lace made of moonlight and have your way with me?

As I start to take his hand, his eyes pass over my lingerie slowly. “Where the hell did you get those?” He obviously recognizes the fabric. “How does that cockroach know your measurements, huh?”

He touches my bottom lip, leaving behind a smear of fruity glaze. He watches as I suck away the bittersweet residue, then he licks the rest of the glaze from his fingertip. At the appearance of his tongue, heat blossoms in my face.He smirks. “Look at that. I revived the color in your cheeks.”

All the shades of us, in one brilliant rainbow.

“I heard something earlier, from Humphrey’s friend, Hubert. We stopped at his inn.” Morpheus practically beams. “Ah, Hubert. How is the old sot?”“Glittery.” I furrow my brow. “And grumpy.” A deep laugh rumbles in Morpheus’s chest. “I’ve always enjoyed his company.”“Yeah.” I scowl. “He’s a real good egg.