Ev's heart

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The light blinked. Nightmare shouldn't have, but for some reason he still felt the cold, cadaverous, nasty, licking his shoulder blades. Perhaps the water had already cooled down, and the candles did not warm the humid air much. I had to get out. Unlike himself, Nightmare cringed, not so much from the cold as from a vile feeling, as if the water hadn't washed away the sweat and stickiness at all, although the latter should have been his usual condition. He needed to get out of the water. The light flickered again, and before going out, reflected something in the mirror that made Nightmare bristle, even though he knew that this-what his only eye had noticed in the reflection—could not be. Something creaked in the darkness, very unpleasantly, on the verge of ringing, before the Nightmare's ears picked up a crack that was too plausible for a fantasy. The candles went out. The light bulb came back on, dimmer than before, and only then did Nightmare notice that the water was beginning to overflow over the edge of the tub.

*Dream's screams in the background*

Sometimes Dream is very diligent with his training, and Swap, as a good friend, is forced to save the old man from himself))

B: — Sooo, how to swing a sword to exhaustion, you are still in the prime of your life, and how to get into my hands, so immediately old?

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Dust is caught. With a shudder, he feels, understands, and sees with wide, horrified eyes how the lamia, in three turns around, entangles him in a strong ring up to his elbows, squeezing him until his joints crackle, until he wheezes and gasps. And lamia bursts into laughter.

—Hee-hee! Got you, got you! So I've got you~

With a purr, the husky voice turned into a trembling skeleton, and Dust pressed his head into his shoulders. He squeezed his eyes shut until sparks flew out of his sockets, feeling nausea, pushed by the already unbearable chaos of emotions, rise up in his throat, suffocating like a toad.

But the body goes completely limp, as if lead circulates through the currents of magic, carrying an aching heaviness through the cells, refusing to resist. The bright, triumphant grin in front of him ripples until it fades along with the faint light of the last rays of the sun completely.

Dust passed out, perhaps from already excruciating fear, or perhaps from wild fatigue.

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This is an excerpt from my finally finished fanfiction, which you can read on Ficbook and Wattpad (๑>؂•๑)

The axe of the bells stuck into the deck and Horror exhaled a long breath, releasing a cloud of steam into the cold air. Just in time. The clouds had thickened over the castle, and so far, snow had fallen in fine flakes, chilling Horror's bones heated by hard work. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, rolling down his chin onto the trampled snow.

"Need to cover the firewood before it gets soaked under the snow..." — he muttered wearily in a hoarse voice, looking around in search of the canopy.

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An incident.