Beastly Beauty

Cuddles

Nightmare couldn't keep wearing the bracelets for too long seeing as it would hurt after a few moments. This made the gooey monster a bit sad, but he didn't tell Cross about it. He didn't want the other to take the bracelets, even if it was to make them fit better.

Of course, this lasted about three visits before the blacksmith figured it out. He had laughed a little at the shameful and sad look on the supposedly monstrous fiend. It was a cute look that Cross found himself wanting to see again. However, he was sure he wanted different context to it.

"I figured they would be too small." He said, taking the pair of bracelets before putting them on the bigger monster. The gooey monster tilted his head. They both knew the bracelets were going to hurt him, so why was Cross putting them on him?

Just as the thought had entered the more timid creature's mind, the cuffs began to glow in a mix of white, red, and violet magic. It was a beautiful mixture of magic and before the noble's eye, the cuffs expanded to fit his actual size comfortably.

He raised his arms to his eye, once again touching the soft metal and all that. He was clearly happy with his present now. Happier than before at least. He could actually wear the beautiful craft!

"If the others could see..." He murmured wistfully, a distant gleam in his eye. "They'd be so jealous you were mine..."

A soft violet blush formed on the shorter monster's cheeks as a lopsided smile formed on his face. He liked that thought. Wherever Nightmare was originally from, he'd only create things on behalf of Night, no one else. He'd make the best of everything for him!

"I'll get better." He blurted out, drawing the tar covered skeleton from his head. He gave a confused look, a similar meaning sound following. Cross chuckled, motioning to the bracelets. "I'll make better jewelry for you. I'll be the best chef you ever had as well. I'll be anything you desire or need me to be." He said his words in that voice. The voice that spoke only the truth or urged you to believe his truth. Tenderly, the white clad monster raised his hands and cupped the taller being's face, slowly pulling him down to him.

Nightmare melted at the touch, a soft look forming on his face. He loved the touches. He loved every single one of them. He yearned for more, but embarrassment and shame kept him from speaking this to the other. Yet, his words... They made his soul crack. How could someone as pure and sweet as Cross, want to do anything for something like him?

"I-I... I just want you... t-to stay." As his words left his mouth, tears began to fall from his eye. The burden of being alone for centuries, of being hunted and tormented for centuries, came crashing down. The weight of his past actions, the actions that lead to the him now... It all came down in a fury of tears and sobs, his arms and tentacles all clinging to the smaller monster. "P-Please! Do-Don't leave m-me al-alone!"

The white clad monster wasn't expecting this when he had fixed the bracelets or to what he had said. The other usually held a calm and composed look, even when melting at Cross's touch! Was it all for show? Or had Night kept all these haunting feelings at bay? Probably both.

"Sshh... Sshh, it's alright. I'm not leaving you, I will never leave you." He said sweetly, rubbing the larger monster's head. The soothing noises and actions were what the other needed, calming him down quickly. He was tired, however. "Now, why don't we go to your room and lay down? You must be exhausted..."

The larger skeleton nodded numbly, quietly sobbing and sniffling. Quietly, the two walked toward Nightmare's room. The hallways they passed looked horrible as ever, but Nightmare's hallway at least looked stable and the closer they got the better it got. This sighting made Cross happier. At least he knew the other wouldn't be getting sick from the mold or have the floor cave in.

Once in the room, Cross had the other change into more comfortable clothes- which weren't many and no Cross had his back turned to give the other privacy. After that, they both laid down in the now soft bed. Despite their opposite personalities, Night was the big spoon.

The smaller skeleton didn't mind this, although he did want to be the big spoon. He just was too tiny at the moment to do that. Sighing through his nose, he relaxed and closed his eyes. Right now, he should just be happy that Nightmare was holding him.