Enjoy- Inspired
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He was breathing heavily. Cross.
Its not like he cried often,no, he would have these moments where it all becomes to much to him and he leaves to cool down in his bed chambers, but he almost never started crying, sure some tears pricked his eyes but he never let them run.
Around everyone else, he was stoic, kept the personality of a statue, rarely did the trio see Cross hold a smile for more then 10 seconds, but when it was time to get serious, he was serious.
There would be many things that triggered such emotions on Cross but today-Nightmare and the trio had gotten back from a fight with the 'Star Sanses'. They weren't seriously injured but the stress from the fight had lead Cross to where he is now. Inside his room, on the floor- on his knees- and trying his best not to cry from so much.
He tried to be a calm as possible, even grabbing his blanket from the bed and putting it around himself as tears pricked his eyes, he didn't wanna cry, it seemed weak, and Nightmare didn't like what was weak and useless- Nightmare.
Cross didn't want Nightmare of all monsters to sense his moment of weakness, he was suppose to be his guard, but there was No way the King didn't sense his Negativity radiating throughout the castle
Putting his hood over his head, Cross put a hand to his mouth as he let his tears fall, he didn't mean to be so weak and sensitive. Looking like a child no less still holding onto his blanket
Footsteps were heard outside the door to his chambers, he wished they'd go away, he didn't wish to be seen like this, but alas the door opened and Cross pulled the blanket over his head to further cover himself in a panic. He didn't move, he didn't hear anything for a minute.
.....
"Cross?", Cross went pale...This was Nightmares voice, why had Night come in here?, he should be in his own chambers enjoying the negative energy. He didn't want to interact with His King like this, he held a tight grip on the blanket over his head
"Cross? Are you hiding yourself from me?". Nightmare began to walk towards his direction, only stopping when he was right infront of Cross, he raised his hand and lifted the blanket off of Cross' head. Underneath he saw the poor monochrome skeleton have tears Rolling down his cheeks and a pained expression in his eyes, Cross was looking up at him.
"N-Nightmare....", Cross couldn't talk after that, having seemed to have lost his voice for a moment and simply looked down at the floor tears gently hitting the floor, waiting on Nightmare to scold him.
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But that didn't happen, Night put the blanket around Cross' shoulders and simply cupped his cheek, being ever so gentle as he wiped some tears away.
"Cross"
Cross looked Nightmare in the 'eye'
"What has gotten you so..overwhelmed?". Cross was stunned at the question, Nightmare cared? Is this a fever dream? It unusual. "Was it today's events my dear guard..?"
Cross had more tears spilling down his face, confirming Nightmares suspicion.
Nightmare sighed.
Taking Cross into his arms.
Cross didn't move away, taking this chance for comfort.
A long while passed before Cross calmed down, finally letting everything out.
"Thank you..."
The taller hummed in acknowledgment.
Letting Cross play with a tendril before they got up.
Nightmare wiped away the remaining tears on the smaller face before pressing there foreheads together.
"Get some rest my dear."
He kissed his cheek.
"You'll feel better in the morning."
Cross smiled.
"Thank you my Lord."
