#absantia

❃ = dancing with them .

“I… apologize if I’m not the best at this. I’m, ah, afraid I have two left feet…” Howl stuttered out, first and foremost, as if to get the embarrassment out of the way. They paused to take a soft breath before hooking themselves to the skeleton in a way that would give them the room to waltz together. A dark blush flooded their ashen cheeks, as they smiled nervously at their dance partner, face not far from his own. They noted how oddly warm, and soft he was, for a skeleton. Of course, it was nothing new, but it always seemed to startle them when they were close to him like this. 

Send 🎊 for a New Years kiss from my muse

Howl was never much for celebrations, but at least this year they were enjoying what was arguably their first New Year’s party in any capacity with Sans. They never thought they’d be spending it with a skeleton, but, they were thankful that it was this skeleton.

So thankful, in fact, that during the countdown, they contemplated doing what they’d seen so many before them do, in movies, on television, in stories. Kissing the person they cared about when the ball dropped, so to speak. The clock was ticking. They didn’t have much time. They hesitated for a fraction of second, cheeks growing dark against their ashen skin until--