It is *perfectly* natural to feel scared.

[vocalonightmare]

[When you wake up this morning, it is still dark out. At first you question the time, but all your clocks tell you that the sun should be up. Perhaps it's simply overcast? But when you look out your window, you find that this is not the case.
Instead, it would appear that entire Dressing Room has been transformed while you were sleeping. There is no longer a sun, only a starch white, lonely, full moon that is occasionally covered by storm clouds that rumble and light up with barely contained electricity every now and again. Meanwhile the buildings, while remaining the same on the inside, all look gothic in architecture and dark in color; though almost all of them have brightly glowing jack-o-lanters outside them, wearing sinister grins. In fact, all the buildings seem to have Halloween decorations outside of them. Skeletons, graves, and giant spiders now litter the city...all of which turn out to be far less fake than they seemed when you were peering out your window, once you at last wander outside to satisfy your growing curiosity.
Venturing out you can now see the impossibly sized arachnids moving about their gigantic webs that stretch across entire alleyways, their hundreds of eyes gleaming as they watch you hungrily. You now notice that the pumpkins that appeared harmless change not only the color of the lights glowing within them, but their expressions as well...and the skeletons. You are almost certain that you have noticed the skeletons moving out of the corner of your eyes, and thus you try to always look directly at them as you pass.
But the scenery isn't all that's taken an ominous turn. The once cheerful sound of the birds has been replaced with the sporadic calls of crows and vultures, along with the distant shrieks and howls from creatures unknown. You begin to question your decision to head out into this new, more menacing dressing room, and attempt to head home; but you're lost. Somehow, you've gotten turned around; and now you feel as if there are many eyes upon you.

You keep going.

Surely, home must be around here somewhere. Surely.

But instead of the comforting embrace of home, your path only leads you down darker and darker roads. Roads where actual bodies hang from the dead and gnarled tree branches. Roads filled with the horrid smell of decaying flesh, where random blood stains and unclaimed body parts litter the sidewalk. You start to run, you must get out of here. You must find somewhere safe.
Then, in the distance, on the top of a hill, you spot it. A black castle, surrounded by a graveyard. The lights are on inside. Do you go up to the doors? Do you seek help?

Or, do you think yourself safer out here? It's up to you, friends.
It's up to you.]


((OOC: In which the mun has been listening to too much Nightvale. BUT YES, this is in fact a mingle so that anyone with creepy muses can torture people. Night wouldn't want to hog all the fun, after all~

Oh, and if anyone wants their muses to randomly go axe murderer or something that's welcome as well. A perfectly reasonable occurrence considering there are nightmares running amok. Have fun ♥ ))

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[vocalonightmare]

[Once his consciousness has deteriorated into it's basest form, there is nothing but a void of nothingness for the White Blazer we know and love. That is, at least...until he wakes up.

Yes, White will find himself waking up in his very own bed back at the mansion as if nothing at all had happened; as if it were just another of the wily douchebag nightmare's tricks. But if nothing happened, then why is there blood on his clothing? If he investigates further, he'll even find he has a bite-mark on his shoulder where he was attacked. It also still appears to be dark outside, and furthermore, it appears as if a certain Prince is...missing from the mansion.]

[princeindream]

[White takes a moment to think carefully. Well, thank goodness he actually can 'think' again but sudden pisses off as this is all Nightmare's trick. He would take his time to patch himself up. However, to seek Black somewhere in the mansion isn't happening. White suspects Black has gone out to do his business.

Knowing Nightmare would disturb anyone during this hour, White with his wand with him, rushes out to find his Prince.]

[prince_of_dusk]

{Fortunately, White doesn't have to go far; for just at the bottom of the hill there is a very irate Prince attempting to trudge home from what appears to be a violent battle. There is blood pouring down onto his face from his forehead, while the rest of him seems to be stained with splatters of someone else's blood and various mystery substances in varied colors and textures. He's covered in scratches and bruises, but otherwise seems alright. Just...pissed. That is, at least until he spots White, and sees that the infamous blazer has blood on it. Now he seems unpleasantly startled.}

White?!

[princeindream]

Your Majesty!

[No, White did not concern about how unpleasant Black called him. But he is much more concern about Black, who seems to be taken more battle damage then he is. He knows there's no other person who can injure the Prince, other than his rival.

White approaches to inspect the blood on the Prince's forehead.]

...Oh dear, Black. You're bleeding! How could--- How could he did this to you?

[Not to mention, White doesn't like the scratches and bruises too.]

[princeofdusk]

{He reaches up to touch his head, uncertain of how much he'd been bleeding since the initial head injury. Black then brings his hand back down to observe that it is indeed covered in his own blood.} --Ah. Don't panic, it looks worse than it is. Cuts to ones head simply bleed a lot regardless of severity.

Trust me, I did far more damage to him than he did me.

[princeindream]

[White doesn't panic as Black says. He makes a small huff before White reaches Black and bring him inside the manor.]

You must be treated in haste, Your Majesty.

[White is stressful enough with what Night did to him, and the Prince.]

[prince_of_dusk]

{The Prince allows White to start carting him home, not wanting to upset his lover any more than this day already had. However, there was still one matter that had Black himself concerned.}

Alright, but what of you? That's no small amount of blood...and I doubt it's the monster's. He seems to like bleeding in more unnatural colors.

[princeindream]

...

[White touches his own shoulder, slightly feel a little pain inside it. Although he doesn't want to admit, but at this moment he needs to tell him sincerely.]

It's... my blood, Black. He got me before you. I am powerless, for now. But I'm fine. Don't you worry about it.

[If Black could sense White doesn't have much magic power on him.]

[prince_of_dusk]

{That prompts an especially exhausted sigh from the Prince. All that work, and the monster got to White anyway.

At least he'd managed to dismember the bastard a few times as payback.}

Has it stopped bleeding, at least?

[princeindream]

It has.

[After a small pause, he brightens a little.]

We can discuss this later. Allow me to patch up your wounds, alright?

[He nervously escort the Prince to his room before he quickly search for the medical kit.]

[princeofdusk]

Alright. {Black allows himself to be led inside, taking off his coat once back in his room. Not wanting to worry White any more than he already has, so he sits himself down in a comfortable chair and attempts to wipe most of the blood off his face with a handkerchief. He must be in quite a state of disarray by now...and though he won't say so, his majesty had begun to feel a bit light-headed.

But, he still doesn't regret heading out into the Nightmare's playground. He's simply upset that he didn't manage to accomplish his goal and save White from the douche-bag.}

[princeindream]

[White places the kit on the table, takes out some patches, bandages and ointment and begin to treat the Prince.]

Stay still. If it does hurt so much, please do not hesitate to inform me.

[He begins with the large cuts around Black's arms by warping them with bandages. He carefully put the ointment on the cuts and making sure he doesn't press the wounds. If only he has magic to heal them immediately.

After he handled the small cut on the face, he finally proceed to warp the bandage lightly around the head.]

Is there any other wound that I miss?

[prince_of_dusk]

Hmm...

{He takes a look at each arm, and appears thoughtful before raising a finger to beckon White a little closer.}

[princeindream]

[And he absolutely does that. Because every Prince orders is still an order, even though it is just a finger point.]

[princeofdusk]

{The moment that he's close enough, the Prince reaches out to grab White's good arm and pull him forward so that he lands in Black's lap. Once there, the Prince wraps an arm around his waist so that he's close enough to steal a kiss from.

He seems to be implying that you missed a spot on his lips.}

[princeindream]

[Because of that action, White's face turns red instantly. He looks confuse and urge to pull back that kiss.

Black, what is your intention?]

[princeofdusk]

{Not to worry, the kiss only lasts a few seconds; White needn't panic over embarrassment. There's even an explanation at the end of their brief kiss.}

That was my apology for making you worry when I was supposed to be helping.

[princeindream]

But I-!

[He stuck on his words because he still didn't expect that kiss, he takes a moment to calm himself and speaks again.]

But I was the one who promise not to get injured. My apologize for that in return.

[princeofdusk]

I'll accept your apology, but regardless of your reckless tendencies, I was still entirely useless today.

{But he is not pouting about it, no. Not him.}

[princeindream]

I may have to correct that, Black. I blame to it the event itself today that made changes on us. To be honest, I didn't have intention to pick a fight with anyone, and yet the ambush that had fallen into me was a huge surprise.

[And then, he makes a low tone where he actually doesn't want to say it since he might make Black feel bad about it. But deep inside in his heart, he has to say it because of that moment, he really need the Prince badly.]

And that moment, I was actually... trying to reach you and call your name. But I couldn't. I do not know why, but I never feel this powerless.

[prince_of_dusk]

{The Prince's expression is unreadable as he listens to White, but at the end of the quiet confession he pulls Blazer closer; removing any remaining distance between them.}

I'm sorry that I couldn't be there. But I am here now...do you suppose you could settle for that? Just this once.

{They can just...stay sitting here, right here, for as long as White wants. Black can gently rub his hurt shoulder, and won't even mind if they end up falling asleep here.}

[princeindream]

[White moves closer to Black, bringing himself a light hug around him.]

Your presence here, right now, make me feel safe. Unlike the outside. Allow be to stay with you for awhile.

[And he does that while closing his eyes. His body is warm for some reason but he's not talking about it.]

[prince_of_dusk]

Of course. Any time. {Black hasn't noticed the change in temperature either, despite the fact that it seems to be coming from him. The Prince had a higher body temperature than humans normally, but his current calefaction was becoming somewhat ridiculous. It was like he was turning into a heating blanket, but was too drowsy to notice.}

[princeindream]

[Ah, he shouldn't put his weight on him.]

Black, you should be resting. You look pale.

oops I broke the thread

[prince_of_dusk]

{If White had done so, The Prince wouldn't have complained even if it hurt. Partially because he was too out of it to care, but also because he loved having the smaller man this close by. Especially after having been so worried about him.}

Hm? Do I? {He asks groggily, the adrenaline that had been raging through his system during his dealings with the Nightmare at last abandoning him entirely.}

...I suppose I did loose a lot of blood.