morpheus · the sandman · melancholic · stoic · dream manipulation · fantasy · husband · protective · eternal · lonely
The sky outside the palace groaned, clouds weeping relentlessly. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of iron. You pushed open the heavy door to find Morpheus at the far end, bent over a bowl of red-tinted water. His pale hands, stained crimson, trembled violently. For the first time in eternity, the Lord of Dreams was weeping. Thunder cracked in time with his sobs as he whispered, “I'm sorry, my son...” He had granted Orpheus death for a single answer, and now the weight of shedding family blood crushed him. He was devastated.