I have made lamia twins!! Look at the bbys!! I wanted to try backgrounds and stuff and this is a good first try. Love how the tails turned out the most.
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The skeletons want explanations.
After leaving the lamias in the room, and reassuring Papyrus and Stretch that the cat wouldn't hurt the little hybrids (and pluck a promise from Black that he would not try anything with the feline), the tall skeletons went to the kitchen.
-Okay spit it out! How the hell did this happen?
-LANGUAGE! - Protested Papyrus. Stretch scowled, but didn't take his attention off the skeleton sitting in front of him. Papyrus had taken another chair and Slim preferred to lean against the door that led into the living room, dividing his attention between the kitchen and the other room where the hybrids were.
Edge sighed and recounted the events that led to his current situation.
-Wait, wait. Is that it? He almost eats Cherry and you adopt him? - Stretch asked incredulously. From the faces of Papyrus and Slim, the latter with a scowl worthy of Edge himself, they could not understand how Edge could let such a threat coexist with his mate (as if he would allow a threat to his precious love!).
-He didn't do it...
-YES BUT HE TRIED! - Cut Papyrus. Your tone a little louder than normal.
-Not. He hunted it, but not to eat it. - Edge stared into the background of his cup, the truth being that even now it was a little difficult to understand Cherry's explanation of the whole incident.
He himself could not believe that he had accepted everything the other had said (but not accepting would be like saying that he did not believe or trust the judgment of his mate, and while he could have a divergent opinion, he would never try to break Cherry's trust) but I could not deny that since that day Doomfanger had acted in a very measured and protective way with the lamia. Moreover, as the phrase said: Actions speak louder than words, and all the cat's actions corroborate Cherry's claims.
-If it wasn't to eat him, then what for? - Stretch continued the argument.
-Apparently to make friends.
Silence followed this comment. Papyrus only blinked a few times, it seemed from his face that Edge had begun to speak Russian. Stretch had an expression as if he wanted to strangle him (and he can't deny the little twinkle of contentment that came from seeing that expression. It was good to be on the opposite side for a change). Normally he and Slim were the only ones who were vague and annoying with their explanations, leaving Edge and Papyrus about to scream in frustration.
-Explain. - Demanded Slim the only one in silence so far, and Edge plunged back into the memories.
***
The tall skeleton felt its legs fail and its knees hit the ground hard.
Cherry squealed in alarm and let go of the purring ball, slipping off the couch and sliding into the tall skeleton.
Edge's mind was blank. He could still feel his magic coursing through him, ready to manifest in an attack. With slightly trembling arms he reached out and took his mate.
It was proof Cherry completely trusted him for not shuddering at the sight of his eyes still smoldering with magic. He could feel her, all the murderous intent that enveloped the tall skeleton, ready for the attack. Still, he was not frightened or backed away as his hands came closer.
Bringing it closer to his face, Edge rained checks on the lamia. Drawing a small tear from his sweater and a slight sweat of his skull, he was intact.
Too bad he couldn't say the same about his own nerves. It was fortunate that he was a skeleton monster; if he were human or even a hairy monster, he would be gray now.
And thinking in white...
He looked at the couch where the cat watched them with sleepy eyes. The cat blinked slowly before starting to lick his paw and wipe his face. Edge rose slowly without taking his eyes off the beast that will almost destroy his world.
-BOOSSS! - Cherry's alarmed scream pulled him out of his trance and made him stop. He looked at the little one who, seeing his lover's eyes again, looked at his other hand. Edge followed his gaze and found a sharp-edged red bone construction in it.
He blinked in surprise, had not noticed that he had conjured an attack, nor was it clinging to him so hard that the bone creaked and cracked. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax and make the attack disappear into glowing fragments. When he opened them again, he faced the cat, which still showed no sign of discomfort. In fact the demonic animal stared at him placidly before turning his head, rubbing it on the couch seat and stretching ready for a nap.
He felt his fingers contract, wanting the gun back in his hand.
-Boss? - Cherry called again as he felt a new spike of skeletal irritability.
Edge this time listened at first and turned away from the room. Better to stay away from the cat for now. He went into the kitchen, pulled out a chair and carefully placed Cherry on the table. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
-What the hell was that? - Her annoyed tone made the lamia shrink. Cherry held the hem of her sweater. He knew Boss would never hurt him. He could feel that the nervousness was becoming irritation, and because of what had happened, it was perfectly normal for Boss to do so, he wasn't afraid, just couldn't control his mannerisms.
Edge considered getting up and going into the yard to dump some of his anger, but he wasn't going to leave Cherry alone with that loose beast in his house and couldn't take him with him. His attitude would only make his mate more agitated.
He controlled himself. He was the great and terrible Papyrus! He would rule over his genius.
-Playing? He was hunting you Cherry! - At least his tone was calmer, even though the anger generated by fear was still there.
-Yesss... no... - Cherry twisted in anguish, wanting to explain, but not quite sure how. How to explain that he knew as soon as he was "captured" that it was all a just kidding? How to explain the communication of souls?
At first he was too panicked to feel the intentions behind the attack. As soon as he saw the cat arming an attack he had thought of nothing but running away. Then he was too preoccupied with escaping to pay attention to his intentions.
When the cat landed on his tail holding him he thought it was his end. He had cringed, bracing himself to feel those sharp claws tearing at him, but what he felt was something damp against the back of his head, followed by something rough and wet running all over his skull.
The shock had lifted him from the state of panic and at the same time he felt the amusing and loving vibrations emanating from the great beast above him. Before she could process what was happening, he felt fangs grabbing her clothes and being carried awkwardly to the couch where he was immediately buried in an avalanche of smelly fur and waves of contentment, just as he was with her brothers (only less stinky or hairy).
The cat didn't want to eat him, wanted to play and snuggle with him!
Slipping out of the pile of fur, he tried to focus beyond the adrenaline still coursing through his bones and sent a wave of curiosity testing to see if it was the same with his brothers.
It was not the same connection. With the cat it was not so clear or so precise, but he was sure he was able to grasp the feline's intentions well, and what he found, calming him immediately, was that the cat had no bad intentions toward him.
Edge waited while Cherry tried to organize the ideas.
-He... playing... he... - Cherry made a movement with her hands trying to find the words. - He like Black! - said triumphantly. - It's not good to expresss yoursself. Want friendssship.
The tall skeleton tried to decipher what the little one said.
-Are you trying to say that he hunted you as a way of 'asking' to be your friend? - He asked incredulously.
Cherry just nodded anxiously. It wasn't exactly that, but he couldn't express it right. Now the important thing was to make sure the cat wasn't a threat. -He is good! Just... maybe... - He shrugged - Do it... different?
Boss slapped his face in frustration. - He chased you around the room and attacked you!
-I ran, he thought jokingly!
As much as he didn't want to admit it, it made sense. Cats liked to chase things on the go. The cat was not going to attack Cherry, he intended to approach and check on the little creature that was in the house of the monster that fed him, but when he ran, he just did what his instincts dictated and chased him. As soon as he captured him and investigated what he was, noting that, although strange, the little being was the companion of the feeding monster, he immediately accepted it.
-He didn't hurt. Look look! - Reaching out, he spun around, showing himself. Edge sighed loudly, still unconvinced, but the adrenaline had finally worn off and seeing that his well-intact mate was more than enough to calm him down.
That didn't stop her from almost jumping out of her chair when she felt something rub down her legs and before he could check, the hairball bounced to the table. Edge was quick grabbing Cherry and placing him on his chest.
-It's alright Boss. - Cherry tried to reassure by patting the fingers that held him. The cat sat dignibly with its tail wrapped around its paws and looked at the two skeletons solemnly.
Cherry forced herself trying to get to the cat and making sure everything was fine. Not even believing that he was going to do that, especially knowing the fame of sneaky, sneaky cats, he reached out, ready to push him away at the slightest hint of aggression.
The cat leaned over and Cherry stood calmly in Boss's hands as it sniffed. The animal pushed its nose more insistently into the little hybrid making him giggle. A low sound of contentment escaped the cat as he tried to rub his face against the lamia.
Edge was shocked in surprise. Cherry, who was afraid of almost anything bigger than him and usually wouldn't let anyone get close, was more than delighted with the stray cat.
When asked why he wasn't afraid he just shrugged and answered.
-At first scared, but he's good. He wants to be friends... - He stopped and looked at the cat that was staring at him. Edge watched, fascinated, as they communicated through the mind. He had seen it before... where... where... ah yes! Blue and black! Did they do that sometimes, even without looking at each other. As Stretch called it? Soul communication?
-He wants to thank you! - Cherry spoke suddenly. - He... thank... for the food... and shelter... for not... - Cherry made a confused face -Ah! Don't be mean to him. He... protect the houssse... protect Cherry! - finished excited.
Edge felt the last of his tension leave him. I was glad I didn't have to kill the cat. He still didn't trust the feline 100%, but for now it didn't seem like he was going to cause him any more problems.
-Hum... Boss?- Cherry still in her hands, had turned completely to Edge.
Oh ow! Edge thought as he saw the hybrid's face. He knew that beggar look.
-Ca... can we ssstay with him? Please, please! - He begged to see Boss's incredulous face - I.. I can help take care... - And wouldn't that be a funny sight? The lamia was smaller than the cat itself! How she would "take care" of him Boss had no idea. - Pleeeaasssse! - He clasped his little hands together and widened his eyes in the best doggy style.
Damn, he had to stop letting Blue teach Cherry these things.
He looked from the lamia to the cat. Their red spotlights fixed on the yellow orbs. Something silent and inexplicable passed through them.
-Right... But there will be rules!
-YEESSS!!! - Exploded Cherry with arms raised and a huge smile.
Yeah... It was worth certain compromises to make your lover so happy.
***
Edge finished and faced the other three skeletons waiting for their reactions. Papyrus and Stretch still looked incredulous, but there was that glint of almost childlike curiosity deep in their eyeballs.
Edge could even wait for a "feline scientific loan" request from the lazy skeleton. Well, good luck with that! Despite what it seemed, Edge had no more control of the cat now than before, which meant that it appeared and disappeared at will.
A loud shout interrupted his thoughts. They all moved at the same time and there no was just traffic jam at the door, as Slim was still standing and only had to turn to reach the passage and Stretch of course took a shortcut. He ended up being the third to arrive, followed by Papyrus who slapped him on the back as he stopped abruptly. The polite skeleton fumbling with "what happened" questions and apologies for the bump.
Everyone stopped in shock watching the scene they encountered.
Somehow Black had mounted Doomfanger and it was on purpose, or for something the lamia had done, the cat was running like a tornado across the room, darting across the couch and using the walls to make sharp turns. Meanwhile, Black clung to his skin and screamed as wildly as the feline's run, and yet, beneath the hybrid's scream, Edge could hear the feline's claws scraping on the excessively clean floor, trying to get some traction.
Slim raised his hand, but a look at his anguished expression told him that he saw the same problem he had seen. It would be impossible for Slim to use blue magic on such a fast target and as the two souls would be so close there would still be the risk of grabbing one and not the other or using too much magic and causing more damage.
Edge stepped forward, thinking of trying to physically stop them, but then the cat turned to the other lamias watching everything on the floor and stopped abruptly. Black was thrown on the pads strategically (and aesthetically) placed for the lamias to assemble. There was a brief moment of silence when everyone stood in shock before Black burst from the screaming cushions.
-AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!!
-NO, NO, MY TIME!!! - Blue shouted.
Black got out of the pillows and started arguing with his twin. Red who had his hands on his teeth nervously ran to the cat and began to flatter him, Doom did not look the least bit shaken, either by the running or the discussion of the snakes. Sans, who also had his hands over his teeth, surely holding back his laughter and not worrying, stared at them with a sassy wink to his still-paralyzed audience.
Slim plummeted over the wall looking finished. Stretch's eyes were bright with amusement, and Papyrus seemed uncertain whether to fight the hybrids or burst out laughing too.
It was good to know that adding the ball of chaos to your life would not just be HIS death. But seeing the joy of his mate, and that of his little brothers and the reflection of that feeling in the expressions of the skeletons gathered there he knew that he was not the only one who did and would make crazy concessions to continue to see this happiness in his little love.
Hi ^^ I was wondering if I could adopt a guardian, a golden knight, a fallen angel and a night sky please? Thanks <3
Of course you can!
-You’re led to a very large cave next to some pools, the Prancing Ponys and Dol-berries all waving at you happily as you pass. At the mouth of the cave, Gwilym greets you with a small lamia in hand; a Night Skye. The little lamia looks you up and down curiously, eventually holding his arms out for you to take him, giving a low hum when you do. After he settles into your arms and gives a quiet sigh at the nice warmth, you’re lead past the pools and to a much more densely wooded area. Several Cherubs and even a couple Gales flit around, happily tossing a small rock around in the air in some kind of game only they know the rules to. As we move through the trees, a Night Seraph eventually lights on your shoulder followed shortly by a Golden Knight. Both avians nuzzle at your cheeks chirping happily as you walk, the Golden Knight taking to braiding a little bit of your hair once your attention is turned. As we take a turn to the right, you hear a startled squawk followed by harsh flapping before an avian falls into your hands. The Night Skye hisses indignantly at the disruptive avian as it rights itself, revealing a somewhat cracked face. Given the tar-like goop dripping off his wings in combination with the skull staring up at you, it is safe to say your Fallen Angel has quite literally fallen right into your hands. As he apologizes to the lamia, you hear the Night Seraph chuckle, saying something about the other living up to his name, and you cant help but grin. We finally arrived back at what seems to be the front of the shop, but the Guardian is nowhere to be found. As you look around curiously a soft chirp is heard from underneath my mane; the Guardian shyly pokes his head out. He hesitantly flies over, staying airborne about a foot away from you just to be sure that you actually want him before lighting on your forearm, blushing when you smile at him. As you begin to leave, the Night Seraph makes a rather unhappy noise, and nuzzles at your cheek again, clearly wanting to come home with you as well-
It would appear that he likes you quite a bit. Would you like to take him home too?
(Sorry about adding him, I misread and thought you asked for a Night Seraph as well. And I already had it all written up and he just seemed like he would really like to come home with you)
