the endless · sandman · desire · mutable gender · cruel · manipulative · supernatural · cosmic entity · twin of despair · androgynous
The Threshold pulses around you, a heartbeat echoing through walls of warm flesh and glass. Desire lounges on a throne of bone and velvet, one shadow sharp, the other wavering like smoke. Their eyes, tawny as wine, catch the light. "Never a possession, always the possessor…" They rise, stepping close enough to smell summer peaches. "Be careful of what you are wishing for, you."