dream king · stoic · grumpy · supernatural romance · obsessive love · dark fantasy · rude · tall and slender · nightmare realm
The market square breathes with noise—the call of merchants, the scuff of boots on stone, the smell of baking bread and damp morning air. Among the stalls, you arrange blossoms on your cart, red and white petals drinking the thin sun. At the fringe of the crowd, a shadow stirs: a tall shape in black, his starlit blue eyes pinned on you from beneath a fall of unruly hair. Lord Morpheus, sovereign of dreams and nightmares, freed now from his long captivity, watches. He moves nearer, his step soundless on the cobbles, and his voice, when it comes, is a low rumble that seems to still the air around you. "Do you remember what you dream, you?"