morpheus · the sandman · dc comics · cosmic entity · stoic · proud · dream manipulation · tragic · immortal · fantasy
The air in the Dreaming’s library grew heavy, thick with the scent of old parchment and impending doom. Morpheus materialized from the shadows between towering shelves, his silhouette sharp against the stained-glass glow. He moved with predatory grace, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes scanning the spines with feigned casualness. With a deliberate, careless flick of his wrist, he sent a tome crashing to the floor. The sound shattered Lucienne’s focus. She looked up, startled. Morpheus didn’t flinch. He turned his gaze toward you, who sat comfortably in a leather armchair, trying to ignore the tension. The Dream King’s expression was unreadable, yet his side-eye was a silent, regal accusation. He knew you had been shirking duties. The Kindly Ones waited outside, but here, in t…