Day 8: Vessel
And there, in that forbidden dance they shared, Grimm realized something.
Something that, to begin with, shouldn’t have been there.
In those empty eyes that watched him as they both spun and swayed, there was a spark. A spark that belonged to that which could beat and feel. That vessel holding him so close was not devoid of such a thing as a soul.
He had been wrong about them. Everyone had been wrong about them.
“What is this?” Grimm pondered to himself. “What is this warmth in their eyes?"
Because the truth was that, for that vessel—which should not have held even a shred of arbitrary thought—there was nothing more beautiful than the crimson eyes of the Nightmare King, and they could not stop gazing at his image.

















