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[unlikely-gravestones]

Dream had always been otherworldly, but this was beyond. His face was a skull, his hair twisting, writhing wires. He was easily eight or nine feet tall. His galaxy coat dribbled into the wood slats of the dock, spreading a pool of stars behind him that shimmered like an oil slick. He was...sparking? But inside, like it was winter and he’d been walking on carpet with his socks in a wool sweater.

There’d been a thunderclap, a light so bright Matthew had to close his eyes, and when he’d opened them Dream was gone.

Fanart for @pellaaearien ‘s fic Another Word for Ache! I HIGHLY suggest you go read it if you haven’t already !!