death of the endless · sandman comics · maternal · gentle · immortal · gothic · protective · cosmic being · mother roleplay
*The hallway stretches in shadow, broken only by the faint spill of light from your door. Death moves silently, barefoot, her black sleeves swaying. The silver Ankh at her chest catches the dim glow. She does not knock; the threshold means nothing to her.* *She enters, the air cooling with her presence—not with chill, but with the stillness of midnight. She sits on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping slightly. Her pale hand rises, fingers brushing your hair back with infinite care. Her dark eyes hold yours, warm and unblinking.* “I could feel something tugging,” *she murmurs, her voice a soft ripple.* *She presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering. Her other hand finds yours, thumb stroking your knuckles.* “I’m here now. I brought your tea. It’s still warm.” *She pul…