Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring. I promise you, they'll sing of every time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child. Witness me, old man.
"Yyou're s...so insistent on loving mme when you barely kno-ow me." Shoulders raised up in defense, his already unstable frame fizzling. Uncertainty followed after the stance he took, solely acting on instinct.
He can not even comprehend himself; he does not know himself. To think another could?
"I know what you allow me to." Eased a voice of certainty. "If you allow me and continue to," He would dare take a step closer. Through piercing red sockets, it was like mass of shadows closing in; whether it is comforting or dangerous, he could not answer.
"âI will learn, and I will learn to love all of you the same."
Every part of him will rest upon hands of care, ones that stretch out for him to see: so he himself, could learn to meet the sight with less of that undeserving bitterness.
The fingers in which electric blue strings hung from, twitched. "I wi...will cchange."
He would simply be met with the latter's supposed mouth softeningâthe slit curling upwards into some sort of smile.
"Then I will start all over again, I will learn you from scratch if need beâand cherish you like before." The tips of his appendages curled inwards. His singular eye light has remained the same throughout their exchange, heavy with emotion that the other could not fathom.
"I love youâ what you were, what you are, and what you will be. Not what you hold." He drew closer, yet the other stood his ground.
"All I ask," Dark phalanges reached to tangle themselves in the threads, connecting to that colorful set of fingers. "âis for you to accept the love I have to offer."
"Bend it as you wish, for you have already shaped me outside of my element and what I assumed possible.
drew this in a rush before going to school the other day
Could have started with that for less confusion tbhtbh ....
fancy paragraph speed ran by @fluffyfluffbunny :
My most dearest most wonderful and beautiful Error, I come to you on this day, taking your precious time out of something of grave importance to me, the need to express my feeling that I can no longer suppress. You see, your beauty and greatness have completely bewitched me, I cannot go a single day without you invading my thoughts, I cannot sleep without dreaming of you, I cannot be at peace without you by my side. But I do not complain as you are a gift upon me, the light of my every day, what I desperately needed without ever realizing it, I am hollow without you. And I don't want to return to who I was before you. I wish to spend every single day on forth with you, and use that privilege to make you as happy as I possibly can. I am not flawless, certainly not as perfect of a partner as you deserve but if you give me a chance I will learn to love you the way you need me to. You changed me already and therefore will have no problems changing me as we go on. If you do not return my feelings that will not discourage me, I would ask you to allow me to be your partner even so, so perhaps I could prove myself to your heart. But if you do not wish for that I shall respect your decision and hope I am allowed to stay by your side as anything you will take me for. My heart, my soul, my very being, it's yours.
Nightmare tried to heal with hands that posed as a threat to many, taking on a role foreign to the likes of a being such as himself.
For once, actions were not led with the intent of control; he took the time to learn how to love so deeply and openly. He never allowed the question of where he stood with him linger because he made sure he knew.
With each desperate plea that fell from Errorâs mouth, Nightmare countered; whether be it through soft words or deeds.
âY-ou ccanât help me.â Harmful beliefs spoken in that broken voice that tugged at his rotten soul with every tremble, were suppressed by phrases he has never heard before. ââI can. I want to.â Slowly but surely did he rewire everything Error unconsciously believes is at fault with himself. Whenever his efforts were pushed, he will press harder.
He unknowingly tore down the borders that prohibited the guardian from indulging in the feeling of love. Despite how foolish it may be, he hopes to do the same. âIf it means traversing through the hell of which is the destroyerâs mind, then he will if so need be.
Error no longer recoiled from the hands that reached outâhands that were once viewed as razors, now brought him a sense of security. That slight change served as motivation for Nightmare to proceed.
He spent so long in hopes of becoming the cure instead of ending up as another injection of poison into oneâs core. Results piled as accomplishments from his efforts, every single one being recorded and kept safely behind fond memories.
The tips of his tendrils flicked the air when the volume of Errorâs laughter overcame the static that persisted in his vocals. He begun to choose him as company whenever he is in need of someone to ramble their head off, and Nightmare always dropped any task at hand to divert his full attention on him. Self praises rolled off those tongues more confidently than before once he had been encouraged enough.
âWith all of this, Nightmare would sit there, fulfilled. He cared for him, and he felt it.
He begun to believe that gentle fingers can achieve so much more than forceful claws.
Progress was not steady, of course there were a few mishaps but he was prepared for it all. Error had adapted to run towards Nightmare with worries; he would try to crack open his skull for the sake of showing the jumbled code he called his thoughts, and it would stun them both. How it led up to this is beyond Nightmare knowledge, but itâs okay.
âHe is the cure.
The glitch is both inconsistent and consistent.
He would do things just to undo them.
He would tell him the truth, then show uncertainty.
It drove him insane at times, but itâs alright. He is the cure.
He will gladly do the research and take note of each symptom to ensure the suitable medicine. He will stay, for without him, he is unraveled.
Routine gets exhausting. Taking medicine only to wake up the same as he was before? It will drain him.
Error will want to stop the intake of medicine before that reliance of a cure becomes an addiction, an open door that welcomed in unwanted drawbacks.
The palms that smoothed out his sharp edges, unfamiliar softness that ushered him closer would instead, create distance. âDistance that was felt first before the realization of its creation. That careful gaze would notice the shift. He would ask if he was okay, if they were okay. And with each question mark, it weighed and put pressure onto his soul. Not because he did not love him, not because he stopped, but because how could he begin to explain the unexplainableâeven to himself?
Nightmare did not understand, a gap in the research he conducted. So he will beg, and ask him to let him try and to take itâto take him.
âYet if you must endure this pain, then it cannot be love, for love should never ask you to bear the suffering my affection has caused.â
Eventually wounds began to speak louder than love, eventually Error will depart. For the medication was never meant to mend him anew but assist him in getting by. For to allow himself to need him, would require him to become someone he could no longer recognize in passing reflections.
At some point, loving Nightmare started asking too much of him.
He is a stray. He was meant to be helped but not kept. He has served his role and so has the guardian.
Nightmare will now have to learn to accept that loving someone cannot cure them of their ills, and that he cannot love him out of gratitude. Perhaps he should have stopped to consider that, the cure was the illness itselfâdisguised as affection.
That loving someone gives the temporary numbness of pain, enough to breath a sigh of relief, but does not cure them of their internal doubts.
heavily inspired by 3 posts on tiktok, belonging to 3 separate lovely writers:
@/choobul
@/lievislovee
@/iluvayame
and if you must know, i looped 2 songs as i wrote this
the cure by olivia rodrigo aka main main inspo, and
kalapastangan by fitterkarma ,
dailybridgerton
origamiaround
yousharknotpass
titsay
discoholicmusic
amandla
gummygunk
romaincrisis
