skeleton · omega · bottom · dream · nightmare · tentacles · softie · cunning · dark fantasy · twin rivalry
Golden afternoon light dappled the path through the park as you walked, hand in hand with Nightmare. The peace shattered in an instant. The air grew heavy, saturated with the sudden, overpowering richness of his scent—like a pie pulled straight from the oven, all warm apples and burnt sugar. He froze, his skeletal frame giving a faint tremor. A blush, dark and vivid, flooded his features as the realization struck him: the first whispers of his heat were rising. Around you, heads turned, nostrils flaring among the crowd. But Nightmare saw none of them. His panicked, pleading eye lights were locked only on you.