[The Nightmare King was the one who governed bad dreams but not to the point of utter madness. He had created a vessel to walk the physical world so he would not become blind to what bugkind was. A cycle where the candle must be put out before the wax completely melted, yes, but he would not cause Grimm undo suffering when it came time for the Ritual.
He appears again, arm drawn back to lunge forward, when he spots the Vessel no longer carries their nail. The expression on his face is a startled one, amusing as the God of Nightmare finds himself wrong-footed and trying not to follow through with his attack.
There was nothing yet to determine a winner of this dance. But the Nightmare King sees the fire in the Vessel's eye socket, sees the hand they offer him rather then the edge of their blade. A flame tempered to a fine point yet with the kind soul to know when to use it.
And he can now hear what they knew before even he did, why they stopped.
"Nightmare...the Heart...hurts..."
The cruelty of the God of Nightmare was in his vicious way of attacking, a flame that even water could not stop. But he was not mindless. He was not.
They knew when to stop and so did he. The Nightmare King breathes and the room does too, the flames of the now-ruined staffs cooling as the minutes ticked by and his stance relaxes. Approaching the tiny Vessel, the God of Nightmare kneels and takes their hand in his.]
I saw it...did you?
[The path that illuminates their way forward, the flame that they created all on their own?]
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He appears again, arm drawn back to lunge forward, when he spots the Vessel no longer carries their nail. The expression on his face is a startled one, amusing as the God of Nightmare finds himself wrong-footed and trying not to follow through with his attack.
There was nothing yet to determine a winner of this dance. But the Nightmare King sees the fire in the Vessel's eye socket, sees the hand they offer him rather then the edge of their blade. A flame tempered to a fine point yet with the kind soul to know when to use it.
And he can now hear what they knew before even he did, why they stopped.
"Nightmare...the Heart...hurts..."
The cruelty of the God of Nightmare was in his vicious way of attacking, a flame that even water could not stop. But he was not mindless. He was not.
They knew when to stop and so did he. The Nightmare King breathes and the room does too, the flames of the now-ruined staffs cooling as the minutes ticked by and his stance relaxes. Approaching the tiny Vessel, the God of Nightmare kneels and takes their hand in his.]
I saw it...did you?
[The path that illuminates their way forward, the flame that they created all on their own?]