Dust is just hhjfjcjjdd…
I want to hug…..then hold skeleton face gently….kiss skeleton face….I’m weak for him, absolutely melting. sweet heavens.
Dust is warmer than you expect when you hug him. It seems silly, but after seeing the looks in his eyelights, part of you expected him to be cold to the touch. He smells like rain, pattering mutedly against the roof of an abandoned bedroom... there's little spots across his body where you can rest your chest and hands and head. He still remembers how to be comfy.
"Hi Dust," you say.
He pauses for a moment, seemingly surprised - but he soon reciprocates the hug, wrapping his arms around you. There's so much more controlled strength in his movements than the other skeletons, you can all but feel his staggering LV through his bones. His nasal cavity presses gently against the top of your head; a long, slow, satisfied breath escaping his chest. Like a old dog coming home and finally laying down.
Your hands come up, cupping his cheekbones. "Is this ok?" you ask, quietly.
He doesn't respond. You expect some shock at the casual affection, like the others, perhaps even some resistance. But there's none at all. Dust's sockets lid, he rocks forward, nuzzling into your hands. He looks sleepy. He looks like he could stay this way forever.
When you kiss him, gently, you can't hear him purring, but you can feel it through your chest. One arm stays wrapped around you, his other hand travels up to hold your head by the back of the neck. He very much leans into it, the sides of his hood obscure both your faces from view.
When the kiss is over, you lean away a little to catch your breath.
... Except you don't - Dust doesn't let you. The hand on your neck doesn't move, it might as well be the world's gentlest cast iron shackle. His thumb traces up and down the very delicate skin, voice soft against your lips.
"mhm... nope." he murmurs. "you made your choice. you're not going anywhere."
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When Damian was a child, Thalia Al'Ghul made contact with a pair of scientists studying Lazarus water and instead of killing them or keeping her distance she manages to befriend them.
So as Damian grew up in the League, he got much needed socialization with the Fenton children under the guise of ensuring exposure to the pits wasn't impeding his development.
So years later when the Bats need information about either ghosts or the Infinite Realms, Damian lets up that he knows a guy.
But when they go visit Danny, Damian's brothers just can't figure out why he seems so nervous about it- until Danny opens the door and Damian just melts a little.
He's never gonna live this down.
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I am already in love with the idea of Eclipse, and I am quite intrigued by the fact that it doesn’t respond at all to being called Nightmare. Is this because it is controlled a little more by Dream? Or is there another reason for it?
Also, are there other facts about him we may hear, pretty please?
OF COURSE you may hear more facts, dear Val. I've pondered up a few more things.
It uses he, they and it pronouns.
It seems very elegant and godlike. A combination of its intimidating stature, its overpowering aura, and how silent it can be when it chooses. It's eyelights can feel like they're nailing you to the ground.
When it's with someone it wants to talk to... say, a friend or lover... it's actually kinda silly?
It likes harmless pranks, it loves bad jokes. Its humour can be borderline childish - as if someone in there is trying to relive something. It adores anyone who engages with its antics, even a little, and telling it a joke of your own is a surefire way to draw its attention.
It likes animals and food, art and music, it has a fondness for gardening. Particularly trees.
Cats absolutely adore it, no matter the universe.
When it's feeling a particularly strong feeling, strange almost imperceptible shimmers of deep ruby red colour will start emanating from it. Like solar prominences.
It likes to stare. A lot.
... Though it knows it shouldn't, sometimes it uses its total knowledge of the emotions of others to say incredibly specific, deep cutting things out of nowhere. After an hour of silence, it looks right at you and says "i think she would be very proud of you."
No one's really sure if it's its own new entity, or a combination of Dream and Nightmare. Perhaps something in the middle. It doesn't seem to bear any ill will toward anyone the brothers disliked - though it definitely retains their old attachments, frequently following around people either one found important.
Despite how calm it looks, it possesses a deep and frightening protectiveness of those important to it. Its loved ones should never be in danger, not even for a moment. If it senses a desire to cause harm to anyone it loves, it doesn't hesitate to kill.
The reason it doesn't respond to Nightmare is unknown. Nightmare is very clearly in there, in the mannerisms and voice, in the interests and faint blue shimmer when its magic is observed from the right angle.
Perhaps he's enjoying finally resting, after all this time?
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