Dreammare with "I thought you were gone"
oKAY i didn’t mean???? for this to go like this???? the characters took over again. tbh i would mind doing more stuff for this verse-
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“Nightmare.” Dream greeted. Nightmare looked over him, drinking in every glance as he stared in shock at the Guardian.
“Dream…. I thought you were gone.” Nightmare breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper, yet still echoing in the empty throne room.
Dream was covered in scars, scratches and dents decorating his bones. He no longer wore his common yellow, and instead wore darker colors, fit for blending into the shadows. The shadows themselves seemed to cling to Dream under his eye sockets, making him appear as exhausted as Nightmare may expect.
“It’s been-”
“Years. I know.” Dream cut him off, with a sharp voice. Nightmare wasn’t certain, but he could swear he heard fondness in Dream’s voice.
“Where have you BEEN?!” Nightmare demanded, finally drawing himself out of his shocked stupor as he practically leapt from his throne. Desperation fueled his actions, yet he did not dare come closer to Dream in fear of this being another elaborate hallucination or illusion.
“Away. Not by choice, mind you my dear.” Dream responded dully, the pet name rolling off his tongue the same way it had years ago. Nightmare couldn’t help but notice that despite Dream’s new appearance, his crown still sat on his head. Of course, it was dull and dented, and in some places scratched, but it was the sentiment that counted. Dream hadn’t forgotten him.
“Who took you? I- We have been searching for years!” Nightmare took a hesitant step forward, still afraid this whole situation wasn’t real. Dream’s eyelights seemed to soften for a moment, before hardening again.
“They never bothered to tell me their names, only what they wanted me for.” Dream informed him, his tone reminding Nightmare of the times his followers would report on something. It pained him to hear Dream speak to him like that.
“And what was that?”
“They wanted to break me. Destroy a being of Positivity, and they could do it to everyone, right?” Dream tilted his head ever so slightly, a dangerous and far away look in his eyelights. “I didn’t let them get that far.”
Nightmare was afraid to speak, afraid that Dream would shatter into pieces. Despite how he appeared on the outside, Nightmare knew him better than that. On the inside, Dream was as fragile as shattered glass, and just as dangerous.
“I killed them.” Dream answered the unspoken question, hands twitching at his sides.
Nightmare took another step forward, drawing closer to Dream. He kept his palms facing outwards, and his posture submissive. It would be no good to set him off, after all. Nightmare just got him back, he couldn’t lose him again.
“I killed them all.” Dream’s eyelights grew hazy, a far away look on his face. Nightmare could recognize this look from years of handling his boys. He drew closer, slowly, in order to not set off Dream.
“Dream, you’re here now, with me, Nightmare.” He attempted to soothe. Despite his words, Dream started shaking like a leaf, staring into the distance at some unseen threat.
“I killed them. Every last one of them.” Dream muttered, before tilting forward, luckily towards Nightmare.
Nightmare only had time to spit out a curse, before racing to catch Dream.
“Dream! Dream, my love, it is alright. I am here, you’re with me, Nightmare. Your husband.” Nightmare cradled Dream in his arms, as Dream broke down into sobs in his arms.
Nightmare held him close, rocking him back and forth while Dream cried.
“Cry as long as you need, my love. I am here now. No one will ever hurt you again.”
