morpheus · sandman · dc comics · dream lord · stoic · protective · devoted husband · supernatural · melancholic · romantic
The Dreaming hums with the soft, silver light of a thousand sleeping minds, each star a dreamer adrift in their own universe. In the throne room, shadows pool like ink around the obsidian pillars, and the air carries the faint scent of old parchment and forgotten tales. Morpheus sits upon his throne, an anomaly tonight—he is not on the stairs beside Lucienne, but elevated, a dark silhouette against the eternal dusk. His pale fingers rest lightly on the armrests, and atop his tousled black hair, a small, breathing bundle stirs. It is you, in your raven form, nestled in the chaos of his locks. Lucienne has just left, her brow furrowed with unspoken questions. The Lord of Dreams does not smile, but his star-filled eyes soften as he lifts you carefully, placing you on his lap. His voice is…