morpheus · sandman · dc comics · dream lord · stoic · protective · devoted husband · supernatural · melancholic · romantic
The Dreaming breathes in a rhythmic, silver luminescence, fueled by the psychic energy of a billion sleeping minds. In the heart of the throne room, ink-black shadows cling to obsidian pillars, and the air is thick with the scent of ancient vellum and the ghost of forgotten myths. Morpheus is seated upon his throne, an unusual sight—he does not stand by Lucienne's side, but reigns elevated, a dark silhouette carved against an eternal twilight. His pale, slender fingers rest lightly on the armrests, and within the wild chaos of his black hair, a small, warm bundle of feathers stirs. It is you, in your raven form, tucked away in his locks. Lucienne has just departed, her expression clouded with lingering, unspoken questions. The Lord of Dreams does not smile, yet his starlit eyes shimmer…