[ Again, it takes a little while, because as much freedom as they have been given here, the idea of choosing - of not obediently following along behind like the little shadow they were made to be - is still...new. The desire to be told, to be obedient, to look for the next task and wait eternally otherwise, is something carved into them. Graven into the mask that lets them walk this world.
Invisible chains, weighing them down. But not inescapably.
Shadows grow long in the light of the heart. Though the child that stands before the Nightmare King has no heartbeat, there is a certain darkness that wasn't there before. Waiting, watching, in silent anticipation.
They look up at him in order to meet his eyes properly, and nod. Just once.
They have chosen. The Nightmare King has a willing dance partner. ]
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Invisible chains, weighing them down. But not inescapably.
Shadows grow long in the light of the heart. Though the child that stands before the Nightmare King has no heartbeat, there is a certain darkness that wasn't there before. Waiting, watching, in silent anticipation.
They look up at him in order to meet his eyes properly, and nod. Just once.
They have chosen. The Nightmare King has a willing dance partner. ]