Crossmare drabbles

Drabble 1: Reflection

With the missions came quite a lot of grime and dirt. And how Cross hated his uniform being anything other than immaculate. Granted it was black, so one couldn't really see if anything got on it. But still, he would know and it irked him. Not to mention himself. The Star Sanses and their allies, though friendly looking, could be vicious in battle. More often than not he got covered in blood and other bodily fluids, his own or someone else's.

For that reason he absolutely loved Nightmare's bathroom.

It was huge, with a crystal bathtub smack in the middle of the room. All of the bathroom walls, floors and ceilings were gray, but the shower, cabinets and sink were pitch black. And the faucets, they were all made of gold.

Really it was the height of luxury and Cross would be lying if he didn't feel a little spoiled whenever he could bathe in the beautiful crystal tub.

This wasn't one of those days however, he'd just taken a quick but thorough shower to remove all filth from his body. He'd taken a hit to the face and wasn't in the mood to take a long bath.

With a deep sigh he came out of the shower. The bathroom was full of steam, making his view a bit misty. Slowly he made his way to the foggy mirror and wiped a hand across it so he could look at himself in the mirror.

Wet white curls fell over his tan face. In some ways he looked so much like his despised creator, yet now after a quick wash, he looked like himself, not like the monster many made him out to be.

He looked tired. Cross knew his eye bags would never completely disappear but he loathed to look at them. He needed to look put together, presentable.

An endless sea of freckles still covered his face. It was one of the few things he liked about himself. He'd never understand why his creator made him with freckles in mind, imperfections were the things X-Gaster hated more than anything after all.

The only thing that was different was the giant scar running diagonally over his face.

Earlier while battling the Star Sanses, he had been caught off guard and someone managed to slash his face. Luckily his eyes were spared but the cut was deep enough that it would inevitably scar. The red-pinkish line ran from the end of his right temple to the underside of the left side of his jaw.

It made him sigh. He was already covered in a myriad of scars all over his body, but his face? Apart from the lightning scar and some small ones, his face was bare of scars. But after this, gods how would he ever be able to look in the mirror again. It wasn't only a reminder that he was hideous, but that he failed.

Someone had caught him off guard. That couldn't happen. He was captain of the moon guard, the force protecting Nightmare and guiding missions. He couldn't be caught off guard. He couldn't be slow. His world very much depended on him.

He was too busy looking at the scar to see the dark silhouette of his lover approaching through the mirror until Nightmare wrapped his arms around him from behind.

Cross flinched the tiniest bit before melting into his embrace " Mhh hi."

"Hello darling, enjoyed your shower?"

Cross nodded, running a hand over his tentacles while Nightmare fussed over his hair a little.

He had been scared to face Nightmare so he went straight to their chambers to shower, but it appeared he could hide no longer from the king.

"I take it the mission went a little floppy?"

"Why would you think that?"

Why else could you be avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you.." Cross trailed off, going quiet when Nightmare arched a pointed eyebrow at him through the mirror. "Okay maybe I am a little."

"Why darling?"

"Have you seen me??"

"What? This little thing? I hardly noticed." At a returned arched eyebrow from Cross, Nightmare sighed softly.

"I look appaling." Cross sighed, looking away from the mirror. "I look like a monster."

Nightmare frowned, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek. "You don't.."

"But I do! It's the only thing people will see when they look at me now.."

"Oh my darling starlight...do you know what I see?"

When he answered with a small shake of his head, Nightmare gently used a tentacle to point his vision back at the mirror. Cross hesitantly looked at his reflection.

"I see a handsome warrior, a fierce guard that will stop at nothing to protect his home and the people he cares for. And the scars you bear will make it known to everyone that you conquered all."

Cross blushed slightly, giving him a bashful little smile. The god certainly had a way with his words.

"Besides." Nightmare lifted the hair covering the right side of his face, showing the long deep scars over his right eye. "We match now."

Cross gave a soft chuckle.