Badsansuary Day 30: Scars
I feel like Nightmare would have scars from when he was a child, even 500 years later. Maybe most of them faded or somethin', but I think some would still be there.
So here's Nightmare showing Sigh his scars because he trusts her <3
(You can't see them well but they're there. Sigh also has a crack in her skull if that counts.)
(Pls ignore how long Sigh's legs are this was kind of rushed-)
Short story because I need to write something right now-
"Sigh, can I show you something?" Nightmare asks as he walks toward me. I look up from my drawing tablet and see that he looks a little anxious.
"Sure, what's wrong?" I put my drawing tablet down and stand up, walking over to him.
Wordlessly, he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to his room. I narrow my eye sockets as he pulls me into the bathroom. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath, then slips his jacket off and pulls his shirt over his head. His jacket falls to the floor, and he drops his shirt on top of it.
I'm too flustered for a moment, but then I see all of the marking on his chest and back, and my eye sockets widen.
"...Nightmare..?" I look at him, my gaze full of concern.
Nightmare turns and looks into the mirror. I put a hand on his shoulder, careful not to touch any of the scars in case they might hurt.
"..How long have you had these?" I whisper.
He chuckles sadly. "Since I was a child, Sigh. I hardly have any memories of the small Guardian, but some..." He takes another deep breath. "I vividly remember the beating... The screaming... The tears..." He puts a hand over his sternum and clenches his fist.
"I- I knew you were.. Mistreated, but..." I swallow thickly. "N-Nightmare, this..."
"A lot worse than what I've told you, huh?"
"I don't tell many people about what happened." He says quietly. "But if I do tell them, I don't make it sound as bad. I don't need- nor do I want- any pity from them, and if I told them the true story, they'd overwhelm me with pity. Not even the boys know about these scars."
"I trust then, but... I'm not a very big fan of feeling weak." He chuckles again. "And I'd be at my weakest if I showed them." He touches a mark on his right shoulder blade. "Every now and then, Dream would get lucky, and he'd pierce right through one of them. It hurts even worse when that happens..."
I hug Nightmare gently, and he stiffens. "I'm glad you showed me, Nightmare."
"I trust you won't tell anyone."
"Not unless you want me to."
"I would prefer it if it stayed between us for now."
He traces the crack in my skull. "I've been meaning to ask you, Sigh.... How did you get this?"
"Oh. That." I pull his hand away and smile up at him. "That's a story for another time."
So anyway that's it. Just a personal headcanon that Nightmare has some memories of Passive even tho Passive dead because he took his body :3
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