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Chapter 6 - Day-by-day

Mondays have been always called the worst day of the week by most people. It reminded them that the long cycle of the week would start again and they would have to go back to their jobs.

For Carla, though, it was perfect.

Mondays were the days in which everyone would be busy because of work. It was the most busy day for people from all social layers - monsters or humans, rich or not - and that meant nobody she knew would be able to be seen outside of their jobs until at least 5 pm.

Nobody but Diana.

And that was the day of their meeting. The day which they spent inside of Dee’s old house. They talked, watched TV, cooked together and sometimes, when it was extremely needed, they both went shopping for groceries in a market nearby.

There were days in which both Diana and Carla were content. In these days, they spent most of the time talking about some news they had from their respective lives as they watered the plants and then cooked together - what would usually end up in both of them covered in flour or whatever they were using to cook.

There were bad days, too. In her bad days, Carla would be very sarcastic and would hold Diana at arms length, but eventually she would admit the past day was awful and clung onto the other. Diana usually dealt with this situation by baking cookies for her and cuddling under a blanket while gossiping about things that happened in town.

In Diana’s bad days, though…

Well, let’s say that there existed two kinds of bad days: the bad days and the very bad days.

The bad days were almost unnoticeable. Diana really was good at putting on a happy face when she was upset about something, but Carla wouldn’t take too long to discover the real emotions of the other.

In those days, Carla liked to ask her about the plants in her partner’s house and their uses - both knew it was just a distraction, but it worked. And besides that, there was the TV. For some reason, Dee liked the channel that basically only showed documentaries about milk farms growing around the city they lived.

In the very bad days, though, there was no pep talk about plants or cute cows on TV that would make Diana cheer up. Those days, she would not be able to even pretend she was content - she would be oddly quiet and it wouldn’t take much for her to break down.

And her mood wouldn’t get much better for the rest of the day - those were days in which she would just… let everything she was holding back come out, and Carla respected them as much as she could. The thing that seemed to work best was making her chamomile tea, wrapping her around a blanket and just… hug it out.

She couldn’t say those methods made her partner 100% OK, but she could tell it made her feel better.

To see the tranquilized smile in her partner’s face as they cuddled after a bad day, it was the most heartwarming and addictive drug in Carla’s personal opinion.

It made it all worth it.

…

Of course, there was an element called Harold in this situation.

Diana didn’t really like commenting about him, though sometimes she would admit she felt guilty about everything she was doing behind his back - and meanwhile Carla could understand why of that, she herself didn’t feel remorse at all - not after everything she had seen.

But both could agree that no one, especially him, could know about their relationship - Diana never explained why, but she said that his acknowledgement could bring bad consequences. She looked so distressed while saying it once that Carla just couldn’t press her about it.

In a society like the one they lived in, the human customs of the time were imposed over the monster’s. Two humans of same gender together would cause a scandal - people would point at them, and shame them publicly - so what were they, two monsters of same gender, would receive from a society in which monsters were considered inferior..?

…Harold wasn’t their main problem, Carla was sure.

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Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Cross (Carla) by jakei95

Fanfic based on zu-is-here's, junipers-insects' and iatetheglue's works

#diana #carla #dream sans #cross sans #dream!sans #cross!sans #fem!dream #fem!cross #xunshine #cream ship #this one was short #and the next one too #so I will post the next chapter earlier #her love #her love fic

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Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter 19: Mały prezent jako podziękowanie!

Something poking his cheek was what tore Nightmare away from Morpheus’s arms. He blearily looked around while his senses came back to him one by one and then, only then, his sluggy mind figured out the offending object’s nature.

Dream’s foot.

His brother was asleep on a branch right above (which didn’t happen often but was not that unusual) and one of his legs was dandling right in front of his face.

“I would appreciate it if you put your toes elsewhere, dear brother…”, he whispered to the wind.

Dream grumbled in his sleep and, as if the words had somehow reached him, the leg was tucked away and he wiggled to get back comfy.

The guardian chuckled and looked at the sky.

Fiery red and purple were chasing the dark of the night already. Some light clouds were hanging out in a corner and very few stars were still in view.

The dawn was there.

He burrowed his fingers in the fresh grass and allowed his legs to stretch.

He slept well.

The day was quiet, the birds had yet to sing but a faint melody could be heard from the way the trees gently bent under the wind’s orders.

Nightmare stood up and gently ran his fingers over the wood, walking to the other side of the apple tree.

He glanced at the figure of the monster still sleeping, the face burrowed in his red scarf, for a second.

“I hope your dreams are nice.”

He didn’t dare raise his voice above a breath.

Nightmare sat again on the ground, his eyes glued on one particular part of his mother’s tree.

They didn’t take the time to decorate it again.

After the accident, none of them were in the mood for the task.

His hands brushed against a satchel tucked between two roots.

The smell of slightly old and dry flowers tickled his nasal bone as he poured part of the content's bag on the dirt.

He busied himself at the repetitive task that was removing the frayed petals from the bark’s hole to replace with fresher plants.

They were a bit torn up, fragile.

He continued to fill the damaged wood until the wound disappeared fully behind the colorful shield.

Better.

Usually, that activity was shared with other’s hands.

But Nightmare enjoyed the unusual quietness of doing it alone.

Things had been slightly tense for a while between the three and he didn’t dare propose to do something that would remind them of why exactly.

Not when they were finally back to living comfortably along with each other.

Geno’s silent anger calmed down.

Dream never asked what happened exactly and took his distances for a few.

Nightmare whistled to a bird that was jumping around nearby, nature was waking up now.

He didn't want to think about the fight.

So he focused on the last few days.

Dream brought back strawberries from the woods and they had been tasty.

Geno showed him a neat magic trick where you distract the person to put something in their pockets (or really, anywhere) without them noticing. He had been very bad at it but it had led to a hilarious war of putting the strangest things in each over belongings.

Dream won by putting a sleeping frog in the monster’s left pocket, he was surprisingly good at it. Neither of them noticed a thing before the animal was accidentally grabbed and let out a shrill alarm that startled them.

The frog was released, unharmed.

So, the days were back to normal.

Nobody bothered them again.

Things were peaceful.

The rising sun flashed a ray in his eye socket and he squinted against the light, idly observing the warm paths of light slowly filling the field.

It was thursday. The village market was probably going to open soon.

He never thanked Geno for the save last time. What of the one before that..?

Groaning, he sat up and circled back to the other side of the tree, being mindful of not waking the sleepers.

Nightmare, then, quietly walked down the hill.

It was market day, he should be able to find something.

Some kind of thank you gift?

Things had been so quiet.

Not many people came at the very beginning of the market, when people were still setting things up. He had at least half an hour before the usual crowd gathered. It should suffice for a quick outing.

And so, just like that, the guardian let go of his duty to find a surprise for their long-term guest.

As predicted, the place was still fairly quiet. Some merchants were doing small talks while they were setting up their wares. A lot of food and spices from faraway lands, rich unusual fabrics brought here by strangers and some other everyday knick-knacks were already decorating the tables.

Nightmare hummed quietly as he walked around, discreetly touching exposed clothes and taking in the nice smells.

Nobody really took notice of him, they had better do, and he relinquished the feeling.

He refocused on the task quickly, however, as he really wanted to avoid the big of the morning crowd. He observed the stalls, in search of some curiosities that would make an interesting present.

The search and the hushed sleepy conversations on his way drowned his thoughts in a comfy haze.

A child pointed at him and chuckled but he ignored that.

He felt great today, he won’t let anything bother him!

A shine made his eyes glanced in the direction of one street shop that was a little tucked out in a corner of the main street.

There!

Dashing across the place without a thought for the glistening fountain he ran next to, he soon reached the table and lost no time examining the exposed objects.

There are jewels and accessories, hour-glasses and stone figurines, music boxes and delicate papers…

An ornamented music box caught his attention, at first. It was wooden and decorated with precise paintings of nature and played a sad song once open. Dream would have loved it. But he was not shopping for him right now, so he put the box down and continued to examine the things.

After a while, he looked up to the merchant.

The tall man, covered in various jewels and unknown trinkets, raised a brow but stayed silent.

He got some money out of his pocket and put it on the table.

“Can you tell me what I can buy with that amount?”

The man took the gold and started counting.

Hopefully, he had enough for something, Nightmare didn’t have or need much money and what he handed was almost all he had at the moment.

“You can have anything that’s from that side”, the guy gestured to a corner, “the middle you can’t and those there you don’t have half what you’d need for it.”

“Thank you.”

Now with a smaller area to look into, Nightmare went back to his musings.

And, eventually, his eyes settled on a small ring. It had a black band, polished and shiny, and in the middle of it ran a line of some reddish stone. He picked it up carefully, and turned it around to observe it.

“The ring is made of black onyx and the colored line is sunstone.”

Startled by the unexpected comment, Nightmare nearly let go of the ring.

“It’s a nice ring, onyx gemstone like that is considered a strong protector from where I’m from. It’s associated with the night too.”

“And the sunstone?”

“Happiness and camaraderie, good health and love. It’s said to be connected to the heart -or soul I guess- and is a passionate and happy gemstone.”

Nightmare ran his finger along the curve and felt small etchings along the ring. Almost invisible to the eyes but somehow easy to distinguish from touch. A moon and stars on a side on the sunstone line. A long vine -or a snake? - on the other side.

“Are you sure it’s in my price range?”

The stranger grinned and nodded. He did not answer the query any other way but Nightmare was now sure of a thing: it was absolutely not in his price range.

But… if the merchant was truly ready to sell it for less than its worth, who was he to complain?

He scanned the other’s face for a moment, trying to spot any signs of ill-intention.

He didn’t find any.

So he bought the ring, thanked the sir and ran back the way he came.

“I HOPE THEY’LL LIKE IT!” shouted the man as he got away.

Strange guy.

Nightmare’s grip on the small gift bag was strong as he dashed in the street, tripping once or twice while avoiding the people who were starting to gather for the market. He hurried himself forward, on his little cloud, and ignored the stares and curious glances thrown on his way.

Soon, he was back at the tree, where Geno was still asleep.

Dream was awake, however.

Sitting on the branch he slept on, he greeted him with a smile, a wave and gestured to him to come sit with him.

The guardian complied and climbed to the sitting spot with an ease only years of climbing trees could give someone. Once sat, they started chatting in a low voice.

“Where did you go this early?”

“To the market. Did you sleep well?”

“I did, did you find something cool?”

“I did! Look at that!”

He proudly brandished the ring, holding it close to the other’s face. Dream didn’t make a move to pick it up but he awed all the same.

“It’s pretty indeed. Not really your usual colors…?”

“Oh, it’s not for me. I wanted to find something for Geno to…”

“To?”

“Well, to… thank him?”

Dream kicked his legs a few times in silence before adding anything.

“I wasn’t aware you’d have a need to thank him.”

“I do.”

“...”

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

His brother put his hand to his chin as if thinking hard.

“I’m sure he’ll do.”

“Dream, do you-”

“I’m going to leave now, see you later!”

Dream jumped down, perfectly rolling on the grass, before sprinting down the hill.

“...Dream.”

Once again, his twin left and Nightmare will wait for his return. Once again.

He hugged one of his knees up there as he watched the shrinking silhouette of the other, running away.

Geno didn’t wake up before the middle of the afternoon. And even then, he woke up slowly as if still half-trapped in sleepy-head-kingdom.

Nightmare didn’t mind much and let him take his time. He was nose-deep in a fascinating novel, waiting some more was something he could do.

Even fully there, the monster didn’t end up being very talkative. He still looked downward drowsy but not from tiredness sleep could fix.

The guardian resigned himself that it must be a bad day.

Maybe his present could shake him up some?

Glancing at Geno who was absent-mindely playing with blades of grass and studying insects, he wondered about the idea.

Should he wait for Dream to come back? His brother might only come home late depending on what tasks fell upon his path this time…

The spirit closed his book and put it beside him. His hand lifted, ready to call for attention, when…

When a tiny shape appeared down the hill, climbing up with energy.

His hand fell back on his lap.

Dream returned.

He purposefully ignored the part of him that was disappointed and waved in his direction.

Soon he was up.

Soon they sat down.

Soon Dream talked about his day.

He had trouble focusing on how a donkey ran awok in the middle of the town as he idly fidgeted with the pouch in his pocket.

“...that’s why I have a homemade cake. I’m cutting the cake, meanwhile Nightmare don’t you have something to say to Geno?”

“Uh?”

What.

Two faces looked at him, one eager one slightly tilted to the side. Curious? Confused?

“OH uh ahh I mean uh-”

The words escaped him, bubbly light, as his eyes darted anywhere except in front of him, his arms closing himself to the world.

It was just so sudden!

“Agh uuuuuuuuuuh. You see? I! Uhowgh-”

He must have looked ridiculous, wiggling like that, spouting out gibberish like that…

Two hands gently reached for the sides of his head and he was forced to dive into a single white dot observing him.

“Shush, calm down for a second. You won’t get anything out like that.”

Nightmare felt his whole body temperature’s rise up for a second before he froze very still against the colder hands squishing his face.

“What’s apple isn’t an apple?”

“Wh-.”

“Pineapple.”

It was so unexpected, Nightmare’s mind forgot it was anxious and he just laughed his confusion out, ignoring Dream’s small voice asking them what was a pineapple.

“It was- It was so bad, I hope you know that!”, he finally managed to utter to Geno after a last wheeze.

“I guess I should apple-logize then.”

“Stop that.”

“It was apple-solutely my bad, sorry.”

Geno winked at him and he didn’t bother hiding a groan at the puns.

“So, you had something you wanted to say, apple guy?”

At the remark, Nightmare reminded himself of why exactly he landed in this particular situation. Removing his face from the other’s grip, he threw a discreet glare in Dream’s direction -the traitor was giggling at the bad taste jokes.

“Well, I have something to give you,” he rummaged through his pocket and held the gift bag in his extended arm, “to thank you for helping a couple of times”.

The skeleton looked at him with a wide eye socket, staring at the small bag then at him then the bag again ect…

Once this behavior subsided, he reached for the pouch, handling it with the same cautiousness one bearer of a glass rose would.

Nightmare watched him open the bag and take out the ring.

He watched him quietly turn it in the air, observing it and making the sun shine on the embossing.

The ring was slipped onto a pinky finger, snuggly lodged against a phalange.

“Thank you, it’s a beautiful ring, Nightmare…”

Geno scratched his neck with a hand. Was he embarrassed?

“I’m glad you like it, that’s all.”

Before he could continue talking -if he found something else to say- Dream, which existence he occulted for a moment, abruptly piped in.

“All of this is very cute, truly, but I have a question and I can’t just wait more to have the answer.”

Nightmare and Geno both startled and looked at him quizzically, annoyed but curious.

Once the attention was gathered, Dream put his hands, palm against palm, in front of his mouth and sighed.

“Nightmare, why do you only have one boot on?”

End of chapter 19... Go to chapter 20?

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