#sandman.

@irredeemed prompted.

the sandman takes a bow, clearly pleased with such high praise ; a little top hat conjured from dreamsand to tip, a wide grin on his round face.

" sleep is when everyone's most at peace! "

he floats to settle on their desk, legs daintily crossed. it's rare that sandman gets an opportunity to converse — so few can see him, these days, and the ones that do tend to forget all too swiftly.

" you look like you could use some, " the sandman signs, eyeing them with mischief and dreamsand at his fingertips.

After looking to see if Lucas was asleep, then turned on "Rise of the Guardians". He muted it and skipped to Sandy doing his thing. He took a deep breath and focused on his hands. Slowly, black sand filled his hands. He scowled and crushed it.

"No, no.." He sighed. "Guess I'll have to.."

He took a deep, shuddering breath and made weaving motions with his hands. He looked at all the dreams Sandy was making and thought about happy memories.

He didn't have many. He settled on Tabi teaching him cursive. The pretty handwriting reminded him of crocheting. His hand movements changed from weaving to crocheting. He closed his eyes and focused on the memory. Soon, a scarf golden sand like particles began to form, on it showed a young girl showing her older brother cursive. The scarf gave a soft glow.

Black hair, blue eyes.