Liam didn't know how to feel when he opened his door to see two people standing carelessly in his apartment.

One held his favorite cup in their hand while the other stood with stiff posture and hands in his trench coat.

Reaching to his right, he flicked the lights on. His eyes quickly adjusted to the light and took note of how they were both dressed in black.

They both turned their attention to him, the woman warmly smiling and the man stared with a blank and cold face.

"Uh, what are you doing here?"

His eyebrows were furrowed and a few strands of brown hair clouded his sight. He always kept it that way, shielding his eyes from the public.

"Liam, it's lovely to see you again." The woman spoke as she took a sip from his mug. He was quick to figure out what she was drinking, the churning on a pot and the smell of coffee lingering in the air.

"You know, if you wanted some coffee you could have gone to the place across the street." He said as he closed the door, placing his keys in the bowl beside him.

"I'm sure it would taste way better than, I don't know, mine." He smiled and pressed his lips together.

"Yes, but why would I do that when I could drink your coffee.."

"I'm asking myself the same thing." Liam's face screwed up in though before he pushed it to the side. As the dark skinned woman laughed he let his eyes trail off, curiously watching the other person in the room.

His kept his eyes on him, making sure he didn't make eye contact while he observed.

For a moment he got lost in though, he man had dark black eyes and hair. His iris' seemed to be lifeless and dull, having lost their happiness.

His hair was a seemingly tamed mess and appeared soft, the urge to run his hands through it rose but Liam suppressed it.

Like your emotions.

The man's lips were a pale shade of pink, almost as white as his porcelain skin. There wasn't a blemish on him. A black trenchcoat covered his arms and hid his build, leaving the question of what he truly looked like.

His shirt and pants match the empty color, his shoes also black but had a nice shine to them.

Liam let his gaze trail back up before he made eye contact. Shit.

The man tilted his head, eyes narrowing. He seemed unimpressed with the man he saw, as if he expected something better.

And when he spoke up for the first time Liam's knees almost buckled.

"Do mortals usually stare this much?"

Although his question wasn't aimed towards him, it still made him heavily blush. With wide eyes he panicked, holding his hand out.

"Yeah, no, uh, I'm Liam." He smiled and took a step forward.

For a moment he didn't seem like he was going to do anything, only leave Liam stand there like an idiot.

Before he put his right hand in Liam's, his left hand grabbing the back of his hand and slowly turning it.

Liam's breathing stopped for a moment, jaw slightly dropping as he looked at him in awe.

The strangers hand was ice cold against Liams and despite how the unknown man never know, the man appreciated the warmth that flowed onto them.

Liam pulled back and cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his jean pocket. He swayed on the balls of his feet.

"So, how can I help?" He asked his friend. "I highly doubt it's my time to die."

She laughed and copied his actions with one hand, still holding his mug.

He was going to talk her ear off for that one.

"Liam, this is my brother, Morphus. Ruler of the Dreaming and another endless."

Death watched her friends expression as she spoke. While she knew he always had trouble sleeping, no dreaming, but she also knew he was anything but rude and was welcoming.

His eyes widened a bit before slowly nodding. Seeing as he wasn't understanding she spoke up again. "This doofus has been whining and mopping all day, I need you to snap him out of it."

The endless, Morpheus, rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Was this your goal, sister? To leave me with some human and expected to be cured?"

Liam watched as Death grinned, enjoying how her brother grew frustrated.

"Because I can guarantee that will not happen."

The room seemed to change at his sentence, Death grinned like a maniac as Liam snapped his head towards Morpheus.

"Mistake number one, Dream. Never challenge a Grimm."

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