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I was given a pairing, when I was in the mood to come up with a sexy drabble. So here is this pairing: Lust x Dream.
TW: Awkwardness, First Time, Praise, Slow Sex.
"It's really okay darling, you don't have anything to fear. Just let me take care of everything, okay~?"
The deep, sultry male voice made Dream shiver. His face glowing a bright sunshine yellow, while his similar eyelights look off to the side, then back towards the male in question in front of him. "O-Okay...." He murmured out softly. His own voice just as deep, yet also slightly lighter in pitch.
Lust gave a bright smile at the Guardian of Positivity. Dressed in just his latex shorts, and crop top, his violet ecto was formed from below his ribs to his knees.
Honestly, when he had gotten a call from the being of good feelings, and even leader of the Star Sanses, the lustful skeleton had assumed it was a joke. Wouldn't be the first time that had happened. Lust thought bitterly, but soon pushed that out of the way. Instead, he focused on the now, especially with how Dream was dressed.
It took a bit of needling and coaxing, to get the Guardian to dress down. So all that Dream wore, was his black latex bodysuit, his shoes off as he sat at the edge of Lust's bed. His crown, was also taken off, placed on the dresser nearby where the rest of his clothes were at.
Lust remained where he stood a few feet away, his hands at his hips, while Dream bit at his lower 'lip' as his yellow gaze flicked back to Lust then away. Keeping his voice at a soothing level, he let his hands drop from his hips. An easy going smile on his face.
"Dream, we don't have to do this, if you really don't want to, sweetie. Trying to make yourself go along with something, especially since this is your first time, well...."
"N-No! I do want this. I j-just....ugh...."
The violet eyed skeleton kept silent as Dream palmed his face, before speaking through his phalanges. "....I've always thought of wanting to do....this...I just....I'm so TIRED of getting it rubbed in my face from my own brother and his-his-his gang! And now Ink! Ugh...."
Ah, so that was why. Lust's face took on a wry look, as he recalled the few times Killer would come visit Lust to 'shoot the breeze' as he called it. Remembering how Killer giggled when one time, he had basically plastered himself against Nightmare after one battle, causing the Guardian of Negativity to get flustered. Doing it, just to throw Dream off.
But to hear that even INK poked at Dream about his lack of bed partners?
"Hmmm, well knowing your brother, that's one thing. But for Ink? You and I both know he's a idiot with the memory of a goldfish."
Dream gave a frown up at Lust, but the scantly dressed male pushed forward, as he raised his hands. "But enough about that....do you really want to do this?"
He pushed, giving the Guardian a serious look, as Dream paused with that frown changing into one of confusion before sighing. "Yes. I do. I'm sorry. I'm just...."
"Dream. You never have to apologize for something, that is outside of your comfort zone. That is one of the primary and most important things, I try to inform ALL my clients." Lust purred out, smiling softly at him. Dream became flushed once more, nodding his skull.
"O-Okay....so....what do I do t-then?"
Lust smiled a bit more, slowly moving forward with a bit of a sway of his hips. Dream watched, his eyelights zeroing in on said hips, while making a soft click that came from him swallowing. "Let me take care of everything. Are you okay if I take the lead on this, sweetie?"
"Y-Y-Yes...."
"Good~" Lust purred out, before reaching out to slowly cup his hand under Dream's chin, having him lift his gaze back up to his heart shaped eyelights as he murmured out. "Care to summon something pretty for me to play with, sweetie? You don't have to hold back in what feels right, or what you want to form. This is about YOU right now."
Dream swallowed once more, his blush growing across his face as he nods against Lust's hand. Right away, the latex bodysuit that clearly showed off the Guardian's skeletal frame, pushed and filled with a lithe body. Lust's bone brows both rose up at the sight. Hmm, I always assumed he had a body, but didn't think he had one so cute~
Lust couldn't help but get excited, and had to shift his hips slightly to try and not let his growing arousal show through his shorts. The sight of the small, perky breasts that was clearly formed at Dream's chest, the slender and firm tummy that even his suit couldn't hide. But it was the sight of his hips and thighs. While Dream clearly was 'slight' above, when it came to his hips and thighs? They were curvier, a bit wider, with thighs that look a bit more plump.
Dear little Dream, was a pear in the making~
"Such a good boy, look at you. Being so good and listening to me. Can I see what lovely present you have hidden under the rest of your clothes, sweetie?"
Dream continued to flush, but nodded his skull, as he turns his body around so that Lust can help him out of his suit. The taller male gave a murmur of 'thank you', before taking hold of the small zipper and pulling it down.
Lust always knew, that Dream's magic made him think, that it was the image of how the sun would have looked like. And seeing the brightly colored ecto of his back, with almost white sparkles littered across his back like stars in a night sky. Lust felt like drooling at the thought of tasting the expanse of false flesh.
The male was slow, careful to help pull it fully off of Dream's body, allowing the smaller male to push up into the center of the bed more. Now that he was fully nude, Dream's face was almost as bright as his body. Lust shivered, eating up the sight of the small perky breasts that Dream had summoned, but also at the curve of his hips and thickness of his thighs.
And as a lover of all types of bodies, Lust had to admit, that Dream's was to die for.
"Hmm, look at you. Such a beautiful body. Just look at how you are shining~"
With the constant praise he was stating, Lust watched as each time he gave a compliment to his body, Dream shivered and even his buds began to harden.
Oh-ho? So Dream had a bit of a praise kink~?
Well, this was going to be fun for him~
It didn't take long for Lust to get out of his own clothing. So when Dream saw Lust's cock, watching him stroke himself as he slowly crawled upon the bed towards him. Dream's eyes widened at the size of him. Lust knew he was a bit above average, and that his violet colored shaft was a bit thicker than normal. Almost around four fingers filled thick.
"Hey now. It's okay. Like I said, we're going to go slow." Lust reminded him in a soft murmur, as he used his own pre to slowly coat his cock. Making his length a bit more slick with his arousal, before using the same hand he pumped himself, to reach out to slowly slide up Dream's inner thigh.
Dream's breath hitched, but allowed Lust to slowly push his legs apart. His sockets still wide, watching the whole time, while laying back on his elbows. "Such a good boy. Look at how beautiful you are. I wish I can taste you, but I don't want to make you get too overstimulated on your first time, sweetie."
Lust leaned forward to press a soft kiss against the corner of Dream's mouth, making him gasp slightly, before twitching when Lust's fingers were careful in rubbing two of his slick digits up and down Dream's lips. Slowly getting Dream use to the feeling of someone touching his most sensitive spot, Lust also carefully pressed his mouth down along Dream's jaw, then his vertebra.
Slowly, Dream began to fall back a bit more, while Lust used his free hand to brace himself over the smaller male's body. While Lust was just 5'7", Dream was only just 5'1" himself. Being the perfect size, for what Lust wanted to do.
"So pretty, so responsive~" Lust purred out, as slowly he pushed two of those fingers up inside of the other's mound, drawing a stuttering gasp out of Dream. "L-L-Lust...?!"
"It's okay, sweetie. Just let it all go. I'll take care of you. I won't let you feel nothing, but utter pleasure~"
Lust murmured to the side of his skull, giving a soft kiss to his temple, as those two fingers continued to work in stretching Dream out. The male under him trembled and gasped, his responses being so open and growing loud, as Lust continued to play with him. Slowly, a third finger was pushed inside of him, causing him to jerk up. His hands snapping up to grip at Lust's arms, whimpering out. Lust nuzzled his nasal ridge over Dream's forehead, murmuring huskily as he used his body to keep Dream's thighs wide open. His body completely still as a statue, while he worked him carefully.
"That's it. Let it all out. Tell me exactly how it feels. I love to see and hear every noise you make. Every beautiful face, you'll express."
Lust's voice dipped even lower, as his own cock twitched at what was about to happen. Oh how he wanted to bury himself deep inside of the demi-god right away. But no. He had to be low. Had to be careful. This wasn't his first rodeo in taking someone's virginity. And he sure as hell, wasn't going to make it bad.
Dream whimpered out, his hips shifting, rocking to pull away and yet push into Lust's pumping fingers. His legs forced to stay open, unable to close around the taller skeleton, as he worked his sunshine yellow mound open. "Mhmm, such a good boy. Taking my fingers so well. Lets see if you can take another? Can you? Please?"
Lust's voice was slightly needy, showing how he was getting lost in his own pleasure, seeing Dream slowly unravel from something as simple as gentle fingering. Dream's skull was nodding quickly, jerking up and down, as Lust pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Such a good boy, so good~ I can't wait for you to take my cock. But first I need to make sure your ready, sweetie. I want you to feel good, as good as it will feel for me~"
The things that Lust said, along with him slowly pushing a FOURTH finger into his pussy. It was driving Dream crazy. His moans picking up, as he felt a burning build up within his lower 'stomach'. A tingle coming down along his spine, as his chest rose and fell.
As soon as Lust began to feel the tight walls around all four fingers started to loosen just slightly, feeling how drenched his hole was now, he began to pull his hand back. A loud, wet squelch ringing out, mixing with Dream's high pitch sound of confusion and pleasure, as Lust shifted back a bit.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not done. No, no, no." Lust cooed out, seeing the confused and slightly frustrated look on Dream's flushed face. A shiver took down the lustful male's spine, seeing how the demi-god's eyelights were fuzzy and expanded. Big and defused, as he stared up at Lust with a soft whine.
"Mhmm, look at you. So wonderful, so open. Don't worry. I'll let you feel your first euphoric release soon enough." Lust raised the hand he used in prepping Dream, up to his mouth. His violet tongue snaking out, licking at the yellow glow of his juices off of his phalanges. Shuddering hard at the taste of Dream, that was like tasting a creamy citrus drink. Hints of vanilla and honey. It took everything in Lust not to go down on Dream, and swallow every drop of his sweet, sweet necture.
The sight of Lust licking at his fingers, even dazed as he was, made Dream bit at his lower lip. Body trembling, before gasping as Lust's hands reached down to curl around the male's wide hips. "Mhnn, okay sweetie. Ready for the actual show~?" He purred out, smiling wider when Dream gave a short, quick nod of his skull.
"P-P-Please...yes.....hnnn...."
Lust shivered at the sound of Dream's voice, already sounding close to being wrecked. And all he did was just FINGER him!
Holding his throbbing length in hand, Lust slowly rocked his cock back and forth Dream's slicked mound. Coating his shaft in his juices, before letting the tip of his dick push at his entrance. Dream's sockets slowly widened, before rolling his eyes back, with a choked moan as Lust's cock popped easily into his cunt. Shuddering hard, Lust had to hold Dream's thighs tightly. Knowing he'll have to apologize for leaving marks on him, as he was doing all he can to hold back from snapping his hips forward.
"Hnnn, such a tight fit you are, sweetie. You'll be able to take all of me, won't you? Will you be a good boy, and take every...single....inch~?"
Dream cried out, moaning even more, as with each puncture of Lust's words, he pushed further and further inside of his hole. More and more, Lust felt his restraint in going slow, getting closer to breaking. Yet it was the sight of Dream arching up, his hands shooting up to grip at the pillows above his head, having something to hold on while his legs fell open even more.
The look of utter pleasure, mouth hanging open, face flushed bright yellow and eyelights completely fuzzy.
The utter wrecked look that Dream was sporting, it only made Lust's cock twitch inside of his entrance, before suddenly, he was hilting fully.
Dream arched further, whimpering as the head of Lust's shaft was pushing at something deep inside of him. Making the pleasure he was feeling more intense. "L-L-Lust!?!"
"Yes sweetie~? What is it~?" Lust purred out, sockets hooded as his tongue slipped out to lick along his lower teeth.
"P-Please....I...I....hnnn....!!!"
Lust gave a heated coo, leaning forward to brace both hands now over Dream's shoulders, causing the male under him to have his thighs push up against his body a bit more. Making him gasp out, sockets widening, at how much deeper Lust was able to grind inside of him. Lust's eyes were glowing, a almost mist like smoke coming out of the corners of his sockets, as his heart shaped eyelights throbbed as he looked down with a look of hunger, at seeing how far gone Dream was just from how slow and simple Lust was going at.
Pulling back halfway, Lust soon then thrusted forward carefully. Giving a low groan, more at watching Dream cry out at the tip of his cock pushing at that more sensitive spot deep inside of him.
"I got you, sweetie. I have you. Just let go, let it all go, and let me. Take. Care. Of. You~"
Each word, was soon punctured with a slow, deep thrust inside of the Guardian. Further, and further, pushing Dream to his release. And before Lust realized it, he felt it. His inner walls clenching, spasming around the skeletal male's length, before feeling a gush of his arousal splatter against his groin. Lust couldn't stop the louder groan from escaping him, as he pushed deeper, grinding inside of Dream to keep his orgasm going.
"Hnnn, there we go~ Good boy~ Lovely, pretty boy~"
Lust leaned down, pressing his face in close against Dream's, giving a deep, breathless kiss. His violet tongue forced into the other's open mouth easily. Tasting that familiar citrus once more, while also letting Dream taste his own. A bit of juniper berries with an edge of slight bitterness of grapes. Lust tangled his tongue with Dream's, coaxing the other's into his own mouth as he continued to ground his cock deep inside of his body, while kissing him deeply.
Breaking the kiss slowly, Lust moved to whisper to the side of Dream's head, after feeling the demi-god's body finally stop trembling. "Now then.....I hope your able to keep going, my beautiful sun. I want you to feel as much pleasure, as I'm feeling, before I'm done with you~" He purred out.
In the end, Lust had made Dream orgasm around seven times, before finally, the taller male had his ONE release.
While Dream was pretty out of it by the fifth time he came, never had he tried to stop Lust from continuing until he finally had reached his peek.
And Lust had to admit, if Dream would ask to do this again, he would gladly clear his schedule for the whole day, just for another taste of the pretty demi-god.
The capricious pharaoh drives away his servants, while a delinquent soldier, who's never served in the palace, is sent to him to the mercy. The mistake with a hand fan could really cost Cross his life, but Shattered finds it so amusing that he spares him :'D
Shattered Dream from shattereddreamsau by galacii-gallery / galacii || Dream by jokublog
Lightly he trailed a phalange over pristine bone, feathery touches too light to awaken the sleeping beauty. Dream knew he ought to get up and begin his duties for the day, and yet he so rarely got to see Nightmare this serene these days, so well rested and at peace. His face was relaxed and devoid of any frowns or signs of secret distress, and so Dream permitted himself to admire him for a while.
He hadnât meant to start touching him, but as his phalange trailed down Nightmareâs cheek and towards his lips, well⌠Dream swallowed thickly. Heâd been having⌠thoughts, lately. Thoughts that probably werenât reciprocated, and yet with every new day they grew and grew, like a persistent weed that never wanted to go away, no matter how much he tugged and ripped it up.
The thoughts always involved Nightmare, always showing his beautiful face and stunning smile, and always ending with them both sharing a slow and gentle kiss. The more Dream tried to ignore them, the more vivid they became. Soon he was finding himself daydreaming as he unconsciously stared at Nightmare from a distance, once or twice being caught by him.
He couldnât even look him in the face for too long these days, less he might lose his composure and find himself leaning in closer; hoping, wishing for a chance to kiss him.
Releasing a sigh, he took another moment to admire Nightmare before retreating his hand. As he sat up, he leaned in to gently kiss his forehead.
âIâll see you later, brother,â he whispered and stood up to leave for the village. As he walked away, he failed to notice a pair of violet eye lights revealing themselves to watch him closely, the longing in them burning brightly.
(glass-shattering scream of elation)
THANK YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!
I would do the next two pages in my brain but I am so Eepy and also my tablet died. Just know Iâm so unwell about this. Iâve reread this around ten times now, and it still makes me so happy. I lose my mind.
And so, as the day passed and a dark blanket of glittering stars fell over the sky, Dream once more laid down beside his brother and closed his sockets; ready to sleep. Silence filled the air, and as his mind drifted and readied itself to create many lovely dreams, he suddenly found himself⌠feeling something. It was light, barely touching him. Almost it felt as though the touch was meant for his lips, yet it strayed and graced the corner of his mouth instead.
A trembling gust of wind was next to brush his cheek, but it wasnât cold; it was warm. And as he finally trailed off to worlds of his own making, he swore he heard a voice; familiar, and beautiful.
âIf you feel the same, then please, brother⌠please, kiss me.â
Dream didnât know whether this was a cruel fantasy created by his own desperate and tired mind, but whatever it was, it was sweet and tender.
Oh, how he longed to hear those words from Nightmare himself. Heâd never deny such a wonderful request from him, but, it was probably just a dream.
The songs of the birds eased Dreamâs rapidly beating Soul as he watched the approaching sunset with fidgety phalanges. With a bed of green grass beneath him and a pillow framed with flowers of orange, purple, and pink, he released a soft breath as he swallowed thickly.
Itâs funny⌠How in the past he wouldnât have been overthinking the notion of Nightmare leaning too comfortably against him as they watched the calm lake, but with each passing year, his touch turned gentle to burning hot; leaving marks of its ghostly presence long after they parted ways.
âYouâre too tense, brother,â Nightmareâs voice spoke up, and he intertwined their phalanges as he released a sigh of his own, seeming all too relaxed about this whole situation. Was this a situation? Or was it just them having a pleasant day away from the village? Dream could no longer recall, though his mind wasnât allowed to ponder for too long, for a rush of heat passed through his bones as his brother suddenly laid down against the grass. He turned to look down at him.
Words could never express how beautiful Nightmare was, and even the most tender and well-crafted songs wouldnât do him justice. Dream knew that, of course, he did, but he so desperately wanted to try to find them, nonetheless.
âNightmareâŚâ he whispered and leaned over his brother, temporarily casting him in his own shadow. âIâŚâ It was so difficult to find the words, the songs, the hums that fit the ethereal image that was Nightmare, and it only became more difficult as the loveliest of colours spread across his brotherâs cheeks.
They shared a long moment of silence, both too preoccupied with staring into each otherâs eye lights until Nightmareâs face frowned and he reached up to grasp the collar of Dreamâs tunic; effectively startling the golden twin into a flustered shock.
âStop holding back and justââ Nightmareâs face turned even more purple, but his eye lights held resolve, and he took a breath. âJust kiss me already.â
As if the world had been put on pause, Dreamâs mind must have shattered at that moment, for no conscious action thereafter occurred as his body leaned down on its own, and a deep, desperate â longing â need to kiss Nightmare overflowed his senses, and as their lips finally, finally met each other and Nightmareâs arms circled around his neckâ
It was as though two parts, once forcefully torn apart, finally reconnected, and Dream felt euphoric as he pressed himself closer to Nightmare, longing to be nearer as he held around his back and waist.
Hours must have passed, surely, but in truth not really, yet for Dream and Nightmare it was as though time became irrelevant as they shared in the need for each otherâs bond; in becoming one once again. While an impossible act, they could at least revel in the fantasy that they had achieved it, if only for a moment in time. And as they reluctantly parted from a kiss so passionate and deep, they once more took in the light of their magic, and they smiled for one another.
No words needed to be exchanged. They knew that it would be different from this point on. Only a look between royal purple and bright yellow could share a thousand words, and though they knew that eventually, they must return to their mother, they could at least pretend like this was where they would be forevermore, and that the unknown grief of the future was nothing but a distant promise of the end; easily ignored under the warmth of a sunset.
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A gift that keeps on giving. I hope youâll enjoy this continuation, Vi.
The ash stung and the rain of the skies bit and gnawed at his bones as he shook from exhaustion. Dream did not know for how long theyâd fought, but the night was long, and the morning sun was far away despite it all, for clouds of black blanketed them, and the rain would not stop its downfall as Nightmare once more released a painful roar of guttural pain and fury.
For hours their blows would connect and blast them apart, yet with each moment they approached, ready to unleash another attack, their eye lights would connect and link together, forcing them to face what lurked beneath their bones and deep within their souls.
Memories of nights shared in secret, of golden sunsets filled with warmth and longing kisses, of a deep embrace that gave them a taste of what they once were; connected and whole. It burned and churned in their minds as their magic couldnât, wouldnât, fully land the killing shot.
Everything hurt and his mind rang with pain and suffering, and yet as Nightmare once again moved forward, a sting in his chest called him back to reality, making him lose his mask for only a moment; a split second in time.
Regret.
Regret of what heâd attempted to bury, to forget, to continuously harm Dream despite that pestering, desperate voice in the back of his head begging him to stop. And yet, he was so full of anger, of despair of the past and what forced him to become what he was now, and how Dream hadnât seen what had happened before it was too late; before he broke.
Whatâs more, he silently wept as Dream kept apologising, even as he actively tried to pierce his soul and steal the last golden apple. He wouldnât stop speaking. His words of sorrow kept coming each time they were close, and even as they both knew that it wouldnât change the past, they also knew that something had changed now, at this very hour.
More sluggish and clumsy they both became, slower and less hardened, yet Nightmare didnât want to stop. He didnât want to face whatever consequence that might come his way, but as Dreamâs hands kept reaching for him, occasionally brushing against his hand, his arm, his chest, his cheekâŚ
Could he see his furious tears?
Was the rain strong enough to wash them away?
Nightmare could vaguely recall hearing his name called; by whom? Supposedly Dream, that voice sounded far too lovely, too soft despite its long use during the night, and yet it was so distant, almost frail.
âNightmare, I donât want to go back.â
âWhy not?â
Delicate phalanges stroked his cheeks and cradled his skull, and gentle lips came to rest upon his own as the quiet sounds of a sleeping world held them in their secret.
âI fear I might lose this someday. I donât know where it comes from, but I⌠I have this feeling we wonât be back to this lake.â
A growing unease spread through Nightmareâs soul, yet he smiled despite it, and instead trailed a hand of his own across Dreamâs pearlescent cheek.
âIf itâs me youâre worried for, then you should cease it immediately, idiot,â Nightmare joked and leaned up to kiss him again, holding it for as long as he could. âWeâll be fine. Iâm sure of it.â He wasnât, not truly, but he didnât enjoy seeing Dreamâs face creased with worry and anxiety, and so he did what he could to ease his mind, even if his own had begun to reel with scenarios and possibilities.
He could not have known that their lives would change forevermore; all in the span of just a few days. He could not have known⌠orâŚ
Nightmare reeled and groaned as the hard ground met with his back, forcing his head down as his tendrils just about cushioned the harsh blow, though they momentarily stayed pinned as Dream came from above him, straddling his hips as arrows of positivity fixed each tendril to the earth with his hands holding Nightmareâs arms down.
Nightmare wanted to shout, to scream and throw any insult he could find at Dreamâs face, yet he was stunned into silence as droplets of gold met with his cheekbones, and finding his arms suddenly free from only a second of captivity, he was too late to react as his cheeks â in such a familiar way â were cradled in warmth and comfort as Dreamâs face came closer, and closeâ
âDreamââ With his voice cut short, Nightmareâs stunned shock dragged on as familiar lips captured his own in an embrace of deep longing, of wishes abandoned, of promises forgotten, and love once burning strong yet never fully extinguished.
Nightmareâs hands â useless without intent â could not push Dream away, for even as they gripped at his arms in an effort to hurt, they instead only clung and struggled for grounding, of control.
Sounds of resistance and cries, of ragged breaths and aching bones, Dream could not find his mind as he held Nightmareâs skull in a tender hold, one once so familiar and cherished, yet now strange and confusing. And still, despite it all, Nightmare gave no pure sign of resistance, instead, Dream would feel those hands hold on tightly, as if afraid that he might slip away.
Tears were waterfalls as they trickled and fell onto Nightmareâs lidded socket, mingling with his own hidden tears of teal and faint lavender. What was Dream to do but keep them like this for as long as he could? Soon Nightmareâs followers would come and help their leader, and Dream would be forced to retreat and leave his brother once again.
He didnât want to
He didnât want to.
âŚ
And Nightmare, in truth, didnât want that either.
âDreamââ Nightmare managed to get out in an attempt to speak once more, but Dream wouldnât let him continue, and he jostled as his mouth was captured again. Fluttering and tickles riddled his chest as his single socket finally closed, and he inhaled the scent of summer and laughter as he gripped at Dreamâs tunic; desperate to keep him close, yet also to push him back.
âNightmare,â Dream whispered once he finally parted ways, though he still stayed close, exchanging breaths with his brother as he kept his lidded eye light prisoner with his own. âPlease, I canât take it anymore,â he wavered, his voice close to breaking. âBeing apart from you⌠Itâs torture.â
âDream,â Nightmare whispered against his brotherâs chest.
âHm?â Dream replied, though just barely as he was close to sleep.
ââŚâ Nightmare sighed, softly, quietly; contently. âI love you.â
ââŚâ
The arms around Nightmareâs body tightened.
âI love you too.â
âGo. Leave.â Nightmareâs voice was harsh and cruel even as his socket refused to cease its trickling of teal and lavender magic. âLeave!â And it hurt to say the word, and it hurt even more to see Dreamâs face break in anguish, but he had to go less he die from Killerâs approaching fierce loyalty. And so, Nightmare threw him off and sent him away with a blow of a freed tendril, harsh enough to create distance, yet not filled with ill intent.
And as Nightmare stood on trembling legs to the sound of his followersâ approach, he watched his brother intently; breath trembling and cold as his Soul seemingly broke all over again, for the sight of Dream clutching his chest in agony brought him no pleasure, and he wished, ached, and yearned to go to him. To do as he did in the past by comforting him and holding him and telling him that he lovedâ
And he went away, leaving Nightmare in the icy rain and blackened sky; left to be tormented by his own misery, but even so, the dripping Soul of corruption and negativity seemed to gain but a trickle of Hope.
Dream escaped. Despaired and full of longing heâd gone despite his clear wish to stay because Nightmare told him to; ordered him. Whether Dream understood the true meaning of Nightmareâs words, the guardian of negativity didnât know, butâŚ
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