Dreamtale: Origins

Chapter 9: A Little Fall of Rain (Pt. 2)

Ah yes, one of my favorite parts of this story.
Then everything goes down. But let's concentrate on the happiness, okay?

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'"Don't be afraid of the lightning, this cape will protect you from everything" Dream holded onto the flag, and the words of his brother were like a magical spell that gave him strength and took his fear away.'     ~Dreamtale AU (Joku) Pg 12

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The rain was pouring down, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. Both brothers were cold and wet, as they had nowhere to hide from the storm.

Dream's golden aura was normally warm and cozy, but not in this rainfall. Now it had receded back to almost unseeable, a thin line over his drenched clothes. Nightmare's aura in contrast, had grown. It was now thrashing and would have hurt Dream if not for him angling it in the opposite direction.

Nightmare could only describe the cold as a feeling, not really understanding how he could even feel the cold through his the bone. Dream thought of the chill as more of an experience, every drop a tiny kiss of ice to his bones.

In case you're wondering how they can feel cold, being skeletons and all, just remember: they weren't really skeletons like Sans. They were just spirits in a shell, their outward appearance being a skeleton. The bones acted faintly as skin, but much more... solid.

In other words, they could feel everything that a human could. Including the annoying cold that you get from rainfall. Nightmare was trying to keep both himself and his brother dry, failing pretty miserably. Dream, however, was shaking in his brother's arms, every crash of thunder pushing his fear further. Nightmare could do nothing for him but hold him tighter.

There was a tiny bit of logic behind this phobia. The way Dream saw it was like this: Thunder means lightning. Each second between each crash signaled how far away the bad part of the storm was. The more thunder there was, the better chance that the tree could be struck by lightning, destroying all hopes and dreams and positivity...

Nightmare was determined to help Dream through the storm, if only it would end. He tried to think up a story, but nothing could come to mind as the thunder drowned out his thoughts. If Nightmare wasn't as nice as he was, he probably would have cursed. Stories had always calmed Dream down in these types of situations.

He took a moment to look up at the village, candles inside of the houses flickering like little stars (remember, Dreamtale is a very old AU so technology doesn't exist yet). Nightmare was sure that in one of those houses, Aubrey was probably all swaddled in her quilts, safe and warm under her blankets—

Then he had an idea.

Nightmare (to Dream's surprise) abruptly stood up, letting Dream fall onto the cold ground. Dream had almost no time to look up, confused, before hearing the strange, damp sound of moving fabric above his head.

The golden flag was suddenly swept off of the tree in a semi-graceful whisk, the golden sun fluttering in the wind. Dream watched as Nightmare came back down, the flag they had worked so hard on in his lap, just there.

Dream was slightly confused until Nightmare suddenly turned to him and put the flag over his damp shoulders.

The flag was surprisingly waterproof, as if it was made just for this one moment. Dream found himself hugging it closer, then realizing that his brother must have been freezing cold as well. Dream made a move to drape it on Nightmare—