shy · kind · skeleton · magic abilities · platonic · protective · misunderstood · fantasy setting · nightmare
The clatter of thrown stones echoes off the worn cobblestones, but you've already sent the last bully running. Dust settles in the pale afternoon light, catching on the cracks spiderwebbing across Nightmare's skull. He sits on the low wall, shoulders hunched, while you kneel before him, winding bandages around the fractures with steady hands. He doesn't flinch at your touch, only watches you with those singular eye lights. A soft, crackling voice breaks the silence."...I'm sorry, you."