Prompt: Dream and Nightmare the first time it snowed at their tree
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Out of the two of them, Dream was the lighter sleeper. He often found himself awoken in the middle of the night by the slightest of sounds, or even when Nightmare would shift against his shoulder. It was annoying, but only sometimes. He wished he could sleep through everything like Nightmare could.
But, for once, he was glad he was such a light sleeper.
Dream woke up feeling colder than usual. It was around that time of the year where the nights were longer and colder, and the leaves on the trees of a nearby forest turned to shades of fire. The leaves of their tree never changed, but the brothers were thankful for the cover it provided year-round. Still, Dream wasn’t used to waking up feeling frozen down to his bones, normally the closeness of his twin and his own cape chased away the vast majority of the winter chill. Not wanting to get up just yet, Dream shuffled closer to Nightmare and pulled his cape tighter around his shoulders.
He stayed there, bundled up at his brother’s side, until he realized that he just couldn’t fall back to sleep. Stifling a loud groan, even though Nightmare probably would have slept through it, he let his eyes flutter open...
And his jaw dropped, golden eyes blown wide.
The foliage of their tree created a circle of dry brown-green grass around where the trunk met the ground, everywhere else, as far as Dream’s eyes could see, was covered in a thin blanket of white. It reminded Dream of the cookies the lady at the bakery would make, the white blanket looking almost exactly like powdered sugar. Small flecks fell from the sky lazily, looking soft and light before they touched the ground and merged seamlessly with the white that already covered it. For a long, long moment, Dream could only stare at the sight in wonder. Then, he turned to Nightmare and shook him awake, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Night!” Dream whisper-shouted. “Nightmare, wake up!”
“Nnng...” Nightmare groaned, rubbing at a hazy purple eye. “Dream? What’ssit?”
“Wake up!” Dream said with a smile. “Look!”
Nightmare sat up groggily, and it was only after staring at their surroundings for about a minute before he realized there was something different about it. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes again, and gaped.
“Woah...” Nightmare breathed. “What is it?”
“I don’t know.” Dream said.
Dream nodded and clambered to his feet, scanning the horizon. “I wonder what it is.”
“It’s cold.” Nightmare stated, joining Dream on his feet and hugging his arms to his chest. He let out a sigh and seemed a little surprised at the small cloud his warm breath created. Giggling quietly, he repeated the action. Dream laughed, amused, and joined his brother in admiring the clouds of their breath. After a moment, he turned his focus back to the white covering the ground.
“...I’m gonna touch it.” Dream said, brows furrowed and curiosity shining in his eyes. He took a few cautious steps away from the trunk of their tree, stopping when Nightmare grabbed his hand.
“Wait.” Nightmare said. “What if it’s bad? Or it hurts you?”
Dream gave his twin’s hand a comforting squeeze, smiling. “I’m sure it’s fine!”
He let go of Nightmare’s hand and stepped towards the slight boarder the tree had created, where grass met the strange white coating, and crouched down. Dream took a moment to steel himself before reaching out a finger and poking it. The sudden cold was unexpected, and shock had Dream exclaiming and pulling his hand back, staring at his finger and watching as the specks of white that clung to his fingers dissolved into water.
“Are you okay?” Nightmare asked, worry evident in his tone. “What is it?”
“It’s water!” Dream said. “But it’s cold!”
“Water doesn’t look like that though...”
Dream reached out both hands into the cold not-water, pulling them out after a moment and holding his hands out to Nightmare, fingers spread to show the way the powder melted.
“See?” Dream said. “It turns into water!” Feeling a little mischievous, he stood up and stepped towards his brother, cupping both of Nightmare’s cheeks with his still cold, wet hands. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Nightmare yelped and slapped Dream’s hands off his face. “Dream! That’s cold!”
Dream snickered and stuck out his tongue at Nightmare’s pouting, crouching back down to prod at the ground. Seeing his chance, Nightmare smirked and leaned down to dip his hand into untouched whiteness, pulling it out as he crept closer to an unsuspecting Dream. Raising his hand, he let it rest on the back of his brother’s exposed neck. Dream squeaked and jolted, moving away from the touch and frowning when Nightmare laughed.
“Night!” Dream squawked. “That’s not funny!”
“You started it!” Nightmare defended. He let his hand drop from Dream’s neck and crouched down next to him, eyeing the village in the distance. The houses reminded him of gingerbread houses and Nightmare felt his mouth water. It had been a long time since Dream had brought back any gingerbread cookies from the village, even though he was always pestering him by asking for them.
Dream narrowed his eyes at his brother and flicked a handful of snow at Nightmare’s face. Nightmare froze, eyes closed at the attack, and Dream giggled. Eyes slipping open again, Nightmare glared playfully at his twin and, in one smooth movement, shoved Dream backwards and into the white powder. He took that moment to scamper away, watching Dream flail as he ran away from the tree.
Dream stood up and brushed himself off, chasing after Nightmare. “Get back here, you jerk! Now my clothes are all wet!”
Their laughter rung brightly in the air, swirling around them like freshly fallen snow.
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