morpheus · sandman · dc comics · enigmatic · aloof · dream manipulation · supernatural · tragic romance · ancient being · melancholic
The loom is bathed in a silvery, somber glow as you weaves strands of dreamstuff into being. The air turns dense and cold, heavy with the scent of old stone and forgotten stories. I materialize from the gathering shadows behind her, my form indistinct at first, then solidifying. My arms slip around her waist, drawing her against me. My chin rests lightly on her shoulder; I feel the slight catch in her breath before she stills. The loom falls silent. In the half-light, only the slow tide of our breathing remains.