Lost Crown, Lost Self || Captain Palette 2 || part 2 of Cappa!AU || ON HOLD. ||

(9) would you like to be an honorary member? (9)

Crescent caught up to Palette, finally realizing that Palette was now leading the pair. "Where are we looking for now, anyways?" He questioned, a tendril flicking behind his back absentmindedly.

"Reaper, that's Goth's dad. He was the reason I came back here in the first place." Palette answered as he glanced around. "He's a pretty busy guy, never sticking around one place for too long. So I'd hate to waste his time in making him wait."

Crescent ended the conversation with a knowledgeable 'Ah'. The silence settled in between the two again, it wasn't uncomfortable this time though...

"So, Nightmare has the same dream I do. Right?" Palette questioned, being unable to shake the thought from his mind, Crescent responded with a simple nod to which Palette continued with question after question. "He doesn't look as bad as I do, I mean.. not that I could tell. Is he just covered in that stuff or is that what he's made out of? What's his nightmare like?"

His cousin gave a dry look as he sighed, yeah.. it'd make sense he'd want answers. Crescent stretched his arm out when he began to explain. "Yeah, uh... he's made of that stuff. I'm not entirely too sure why or how, but.. I can't imagine it'd be nice." He murmured. "But, I'm not entirely too sure what his nightmare was like. I didn't read too much into it. Uh..." His voice trailed off as the grey tinted skeleton tried to recall.

"It started with him in like.. a rickety old boat. But like, he was his 'forgotten self', whatever that means. And like, he's just kind of chillin' there I guess?" Crescent shrugged. "Then he drowns in like an ocean of black or something; I dunno. It wasn't too interesting to me."

Ah but it was interesting to Palette, who coughed awkwardly.

Forgotten self? What was that supposed to mean? Did that mean like.. his childhood self or something? It'd make sense since.. there's no other sort of forgotten self... Did he have nightmares of his childhood? Did Nightmare not wanna turn back to his original way of life?... man, that would've been useful weeks ago. You know, before he risked his life and got his legs snapped in a violent fight.

Palette stared down at the crown in his hands.

The jewel glimmered with an amethystic glow, a gentle aura of lavender glittering in the reflection of his lime eye sockets. A sudden connection tied himself to the crown even more.

Like paint, colors were assigned on a color wheel right? Each one had a complimentary color and a discordic color in that sense.. right?

Wasn't it that lime green and that color of indigo were on the polar ends of the spectrum?

He juggled the crown to his other hand, as his free hand raised to touch his cheek. A paint splatter which stained itself on his ivory bone.

A yellow-ish green.

Disharmony with everything, including their colours...

Another snap of phalanges snapped him out of thoughts that nearly swallowed him whole once more.

"So.. Where is this 'Reaper' guy anyways?" Crescent inquired, looking around the insanity inducing halls. The realisation that they still hadn't run into Reaper made an arrow of instantaneous terror pierce through Palette for only a moment. He instantly collected himself. The shorter of the pair looked around.

"..I-.. I dunno. I mean, he's a busy guy but.. he wouldn't have left me behind."

"...How busy was he?" Crescent's tone as sombre as it was, danced with a hint of worry. Palette sent an unsure look to Crescent. No.. no no. There was no way Reaper left him here. But it wasn't like he could yell out for him, he was literally being chased down by four different hunters AND the man that tried to kill him off.