Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

just something personal

The whether was sticky, the warmth clung to people's heads bundled in black hats and scarves to fend off the snow filled air. Phil stood at the front, draped in layers of fabric darker than even the crows who accompanied him, many of which seemed to be crying. In the front row, Tommy burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs, waves of tears falling down his cheeks. The chair on the other side of the aisle was empty.

As Phil reached the end of his aside the crowd heard a distant, familiar shout. Moments later, Dream sprinted up out of nowhere, carelessly flinging his arms around as he approached the casket. "How dare you." He growled, anger seething in through his nostrils. "You fat piece of horse dung, you disgrace to the title of warrior, you're going to pay for this, just you wait, I'm going to meet you in hell and tear you apart with my own bare hands." Even Tommy was shocked into silence as he spoke.

George breathlessly jogged up to him, reaching out a hand and gently calling his name. "Dream, it's going to be okay, we know how much you cared for him."

"You don't know me!" Dream shouted back. "I hate him, I hate him so much I can barely breathe. You hear that you worthless crybaby, you powerless, squealing runt!" He lifted a fist and aimed it right at the twisted imitation of life in front of him, staring into the carefully closed eyes. As he swung he screamed, bloody and raw, with the full force of the fire raging within him making him explode with hatred.

His fist slammed with all of his almost inhuman strength into the wood of the coffin nearest to the top. The head within was still, motionless, and cold, its unnaturally blushed flesh left unscathed. Boiling hot tears dripped from the crazed green eyes and began to freeze on his quivering chin. For a time it stayed like that, the crowd in heavy silence, just about everyone shedding somber, quiet tears as the heat of the day sunk into their skin.

"Liar." Dream eventually whispered. "You promised you would never make me cry." He turned away and leaned on George's shoulder, who calmly lead him back home as he dried his own tear stained cheeks.