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“You look tired, Reala. Are you sure you’re alright?” NiGHTS asked softly, carefully cupping his cheek. It was a bit clammy.

        Reala took a deep breath, not quite able or wanting to meet his eyes.

        On a whim, he took gentle hold of NiGHTS' hand instead and nuzzled into his palm.

        “Do I, now?” Reala sighed against NiGHTS’ wrist.

        NiGHTS could feel the hardness of his sharp teeth but they were harmlessly bared as he leaned further into the touch and reached up to hold onto his forearm with his other hand. NiGHTS had never seen him so forward with physical touch before in his life, let alone so vulnerable... Dare he say desperate. But for what, exactly, or why, he couldn’t be sure. Reala was staring so hard it looked as if he was trying to figure it out, himself. Maybe he really was tired... Which was saying something for a Nightmaren.

        NiGHTS’ heart skipped a beat when their gazes suddenly locked, the pale splendor of the full moon behind the black and red jester only amplifying the luminous blue of Reala’s eyes.

        The next thing he knew, Reala’s teeth slid away from his skin when he leaned forward to cross the short distance and their lips met.

        Soft, steady, but steep, the kiss made NiGHTS feel like he was suddenly flying but still sensed the ground beneath his feet. Fingers intertwined while the stars flared into a spectrum of new colors before his own eyes, ignited by the prodding stroke of Reala’s tongue against his bottom lip.

        His lips are soft, NiGHTS thought, bewildered and bewitched all at once.

        His lips are softer than I expected, Reala thought in turn. Anything else he could say stayed firmly in his head. So he didn’t say anything else, simply smirking at the size of the other Nightmaren’s pupils.

        “How considerate of you to say,” Reala murmured huskily against his lips. It reminded NiGHTS that he'd asked him something mere moments ago, though blinked blindly before he actually could. “But I think you must be daydreaming.”

        Lithe fingertips ghosted along NiGHTS’ jaw as he pulled his hand back from where he’d left it behind his head, toying briefly with the seam of the purple jester hat before he turned to leave.

        “Uh-huh,” NiGHTS breathed dumbly in his wake.

        Maybe he would take a nap after all, Reala mused to himself as he heaved a heavy breath and flew off, letting the breeze do most of the work while he focused on staying conscious long enough to find a place to collapse unseen. Best to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming, himself. What a scandal that would be.

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Part of the main fic I felt like sharing, connected to this piece of art I did that actually inspired the blurb above.

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I had a dream once where Reala had this new sort-of armor but it was actually Wizeman leeching off of his energy to come back with. It had a name but off the top of my head I don't remember it. The prison-bar-type Persona was something I came up with afterwards. Poor Reala's not having a good time...

Edit: I think I remember now? It might have been called the Parasona. Para(site) + (Per)sona.

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Some old art I've been trying (and failing) to find time to color. I was consumed with the idea of Reala's sharp teeth vs a tender touch and my hand took it from there. I still do really wanna color it at some point though.