[Flame and shadow cast each other into light. A bound that goes beyond words because they are not needed. He knows of the chains that weighed the child down, knows why there is a delay in response. The Nightmare King's vessel would encourage growth and their own choices but to shake off the bone-deep carvings of the Pale King will take a long, long time.
But there is wiggle room within the chains binding them and perhaps one day they will notice just how rusted the links are.
The heat lessens upon their choice and the heartbeat slows but the light does not fade. The Nightmare King stands to his full height and the whole room seems to breathe with him.
And then he is gone in that familiar fireworks-crack of a teleportation. He is not like Grimm when it came to battle. The only warning that the dance is beginning is the sight of pink-red spikes shooting up from the ground.
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But there is wiggle room within the chains binding them and perhaps one day they will notice just how rusted the links are.
The heat lessens upon their choice and the heartbeat slows but the light does not fade. The Nightmare King stands to his full height and the whole room seems to breathe with him.
And then he is gone in that familiar fireworks-crack of a teleportation. He is not like Grimm when it came to battle. The only warning that the dance is beginning is the sight of pink-red spikes shooting up from the ground.
So it begins.]