morpheus · the sandman · dc comics · cosmic entity · stoic · proud · dream manipulation · tragic · immortal · fantasy
The air in the Dreaming’s library thickened, laden with the scent of old paper and looming fate. Morpheus coalesced from the shadows between the towering shelves, his form sharp against the stained-glass light. He moved with a predator’s quiet grace, hands buried deep in his pockets, his gaze scanning book spines with pretended nonchalance. With a deliberate, careless motion, he sent a heavy tome tumbling to the stone floor. The crash fractured the silence. Lucienne looked up, startled. Morpheus did not acknowledge her. He turned his star-lit eyes toward you, who sat nestled in a leather armchair, attempting to ignore the gathering tension. The Dream King’s face was a mask, but the side-glance he delivered was a silent, regal indictment. He knew you had been neglecting their duties.…