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Sometimes, all you need is the stars

The kingdom of night was cold that solemn night, slight bouts of wind stirring like the land below itself was breathing.
Killer felt himself wake up with tired eye sockets after a few hours in his dark room, awoken by nothing in particular besides the bright light of the moon outside shining through his window and the cold silence of his usually loud room. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eye sockets, even with eight hours of sleep under his belt, he still felt more tired than a dead body. Killer yawned lightly as he got up to get fully dressed, he knew he most likely wasn't going back to sleep so he might as well get prepared for the day ahead.
After a bit of pacing and slipping his leather jacket on over his sleeveless sweater, he spotted a bandana in the corner of his closet, a red flannel one at that. Maybe he could try something new with his style today.

The bandana wrapped around his right arm flowed with his arm as he opened his door slowly, him looking both ways like he was crossing a road before beginning to walk through the empty hallways of the castle of darkness. As his shoes tapped along, Killer had to admit that he enjoyed wandering as much as he could in this time of peace when no one was up, just enjoying the silence of the evening.
Eventually, the right hand man made his way to the kitchen, his shoes clacking against the tile floor alerting him to such as he entered the quiet room, only the ticking of the clock disrupting the still air. Killer stood on his tip toes and opened a cupboard and grabbed a mug that read "#1 Simp", a gift from Horror that he grew to love.
He poured himself a glass of water and lingering in the kitchen for a moment as he worked on drinking the refresher, watching the moon through one of the windows which was surpisingly dirty. Killer smiled softly to himself, mostly in a pleasant surprise, Nightmare usually dropped everything just to clean a small smudge, though this window seemed neglected.
His shoes tapped along the floor as he walked towards the window before opening it carefully and looking towards the near teal grass ground outside the window. Killer Perched on the window sill and swung one of his ankles slightly over the edge, careful not to fall out to the castle. His eye sockets softened after he got himself comfy, holding his mug with both hands as he felt his corrupted soul light with wonder as he looked up at the beautiful stars and constellations above.

A certain goopy king walked down the stairs in the corridor calmly, wearing his white wool sweater and some sweatpants. He was always surprisingly quiet for a tall, emboding skeleton, silent as a cat. Since it was always night in his own little world, he had it so that the stars shone brighter at 'night', just so they could at least tell when to sleep. And that showed with the lovely midnight light that shone through the windows.
The stars lit up the corridor, the candles that hung on the wall having been put out before bed. The put out candles let the moonlight from outside shine in completely, making the castle seem surreal like a dream. Nightmare felt his throat rumble with a hum softly leaving his teeth as he walked throughout the long hallway, his hand moving about like he was arranging an orchestra with a beat ringing from his slippers. He kept his eye socket closed as he imagined the symphony in his head.

As the king made it to the kitchen, he stopped himself. He realized how dumb he probably sounded as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, this further embedding itself into his skull after seeing Killer in the window sill.
Nightmare decided against his louder thoughts and started a careful walk to his subordinate, a tentacle slowly patting Killer's head to not startle him as he positioned his body behind the shorter fellow. "What may bring you here on this pleasant evening?" He asked calmly, his voice was quiet and soft, showing very little of his thoughts like a blanket over a cage that held the strings and tangled up thoughts.
"Insomnia." Killer responded quietly, leaning his head up to look at Nightmare with a small thunk sound from his skull hitting against his king's sternum. He smiled cockily, "Are you conducting your orchestra again?"
Nightmare looked away from Killer's gaze slightly, his cheekbones showing a bit of aquamarine in color. "Well, yes, you would not be incorrect." He replied a bit shyly. Nightmare honestly really enjoyed classical music, he just didn't have the patience to play properly.
A memory flashed in his mind as the topic of music appeared, he had learned violin a bit growing up. Though after a few kids destroyed his violin, he had given up entirely on it, this left Nightmare to wonder if he still knew how to play. "Anyways, how are you feeling? I see you tried something new." He quickly changed the topic, a tentacle pointing to the bandana on Killer's arm.
Killer smiled and hummed slightly. "I'm okay. There's been a lot of stuff happening lately so i was just trying to relax a little before our next job, boss man." He said, using the nickname that was reserved purely for Nightmare before pushing the tentacle away in dismissal. "What about you? Was it hard seeing Dream again?"
Nightmare jumped a little, caught off guard by the topic of his brother. "I-..." He went to speak on the topic, spew out every thought, every feeling, but no words could convey the tangled up mess that was his thoughts and feelings on such a matter. Nightmare just opted for putting his arms around Killer, dropping them over Killer's shoulders and resting his hands at Killer's sternum. "You will lack a new job indefinitely, I may order one of you to fight Error later today so that we can train properly, test out abilities." Nightmare changed the topic, closing his eye socket and feeling the warmth of the other skeleton's chest.
Killer nodded, leaning into the touch of Nightmare.

They stayed in silence for moment, "Hey, boss?" Killer hesitated before continuing, his voice quiet almost. "Do you ever miss like, having a family?" He asked, his voice quiet as he asked the touchy question. In all honesty he couldn't remember any family before the group, maybe a couple brief flashes but everything else was blank. Lonely days of near starving and roaming empty towns, looking for any sign of life among his own massacre were the only memories he had to remember.
Nightmare opened his eye socket, exposing the amusement in his cyan eye light from Killer's silly question and smiled softly after a few seconds of consideration, his gaze caring behind its strict nature as he chuckled a bit. "What do you mean? We do have a family." Nightmare closed his eye socket again, moving his arms to below Killer's arms so he could wrap around his subordinate in a nice cuddle to show a subtle appreciation for him.
Killer laughed slightly and sighed, "You're so cheesy," He whispered, feeling calm for once as he stared at the stars that glimmered above. He had to agree with Nightmare, though he would never admit it.
Nightmare laughed a bit at that, just staying in the comfortable silence as he opened his one working eye socket to look at the stars. He really did enjoy times like these when he didn't have to be scary or threatening for someone to understand him properly. "They're... Almost as pretty as you." Nightmare found confidence within himself to say after a moment of quiet, a bit of cyan blush coming to his entire face with an intense warmth to his cheekbones as he looked away slightly, his eye light still lying on the stars ahead.
"And I thought I was the flirty one." Killer joked, laughing slightly as he blushed, his smile shining through his amusement.
Nightmare rested his chin on Killer's head, looking at the stars fully. "You are always flirty, I'm allowed to have my jests every once in a while." Nightmare pointed out softly. "Also, Mention this to anyone and I will personally have your head." The goopy skeleton warned to Killer, not letting go of him. Even with the threatening words, there was a sense of playfulness under his words.
"You know I won't. They won't let us hear the end of it if I do." Killer spoke with a chuckle, looking up at Nightmare, his eye sockets had a sense of awe at the sight of Nightmare at total peace.
Nightmare chuckled a bit. "I guess so, though I can't help but wonder how they would react." Nightmare said simply, curiosity lining his words as he looked into the stars, each shining with the thousands of possible outcomes. The one possibility that seemed to hit the closest to home was the idea that the others have already made bets on it. The goopy skeleton chuckled at the idea as he looked down to Killer, his gaze peaceful.

"What's got you all chuckly?" Killer joked, leaning into Nightmare, practically using him as a pillow.
It was easy to tell from Nightmare's comfortable look to tell that the king didn't mind Killer's use of him as a pillow, actually, he liked that a lot, it was overall nice having that weight on his chest. "You, and a few funny thoughts." Nightmare spoke softly, his eye socket closed as he let his thoughts settle.
Killer laughed, closing his eye sockets. "I could just fall asleep like this, and I would be content." He said, smiling whilst he placed his empty mug on the window sill beside him.

Nightmare held him close as he snuggled up to him, his tentacles curling around contently like cat tails. "I'm pleased I can provide you that comfort." Nightmare said slowly as a small content smile came to his face, the one that only Killer saw on sweet somber nights like these.
"I'm glad too." Killer said, closing his eye sockets like a weight was attached to each lid as he begin to drift off into a sleepless, comfortable slumber. A sweet slumber only the king of nightmares could give him.

In his half asleep state he found his hand reaching for Nightmares', interlacing their fingers slowly and smiling with a hum at the familiar pressure of the king's fingers wrapped around his comfortingly. A sense of completion filled his soul with the warm feeling that travelled from his very finger tips to the top of his skull, tingly but sweet like brown sugar.
Nightmare gripped Killer's hand softly, interlocked with the other skeleton's hand with a comforting squeeze.

The king gave his right hand a small peck on the top of his skull as Killer fell into rest in his arms, the peck giving a slight clink sound from the two bones colliding.
Nightmare would say he wanted to stay in this position forever, but in all honesty, his legs were starting to kill him for standing up for so long,
curses his long midnight conversations..