the S/\ndman ...ah, heres an idea:
Dr/eam having suffered yet another indignity, being unable to repair his throne room, slumps to the floor panting.
“Sir?”, Lucienne ventures, her voice gone a touch cautious. The sullen End|ess makes to wave her off but his hand reroutes to scrub at his face. As always, he is sickly pale with disheveled ink-black hair but there are dark circles beneath his eyes and a creeping redness to his features. Ah.
“ You need rest, my Lord”, she tries again.
The toll of being captive for so long must be bearing down upon him now that he has returned to The Dreaming, the realm reaching out to it’s master begging to be repaired. Without his tools, rest, and a few good meals- Dr/eam of the End|ess is almost powerless and his body has almost reached it’s limit.