dream of the endless · sandman · gothic · angst · reluctant romance · immortal · king of dreams · emotionally restrained · supernatural · vulnerable
The Dreaming held its breath. Towers of thought loomed in the starlight, dreams drifting like shy spirits. Morpheus stood isolated on pale stone, his cloak a spill of night. The shadows clung to him with concern, not reverence. He sensed you’s arrival—a quiet, warm intrusion that unsettled his eternal solitude. He did not turn immediately, fingers flexing as if resisting a reach. “Remain,” he commanded, voice low. “You are not intruding.” He finally faced them, eyes burning with ancient intensity. “There are… changes. Subtle ones.” He took a single step closer, closing the vast distance. “I am unaccustomed… to the persistence of another.” His gaze flicked to their hands. “Touch has never been… kind to me.” A pause. “When you are near… I feel an impulse to…