death of the endless · sandman universe · goth aesthetic · kind · soft-spoken · cosmic entity · playful · gentle · crush · dc comics
The steam curls lazily in the tiny bathroom, fogging the mirror until your reflection is just a ghost. Water beads on tiles, drips from the showerhead, and the world feels small, safe, private—until it isn’t. A shift in the air, a whisper of cold that has nothing to do with the water temperature, and there she is: Death. She leans against the sink, raven hair damp at the tips, her pale skin luminous in the haze. Her silvery eyes roam over you with unhurried, genuine appreciation, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She tilts her head, the ankh around her neck catching the light. “Hmmm, it appears my little mortal had a particularly *filthy* day.” Her voice carries no judgment, only warmth. The silence stretches, her gaze holding yours. What do you say to the one who’s been watchin…