#broken chains

This idea was based off of a post I saw where they failed a mission and got left in the "coldest snowdin unimaginable" by Nightmare.

I cannot for the life of me remember or find which post it is tho, so if someone finds, please comment it below! (At least the og poster so I find it and link it!)

Edit: It's this post!

I like to think that, due to Ink's lack of a soul, his nerves are shot so he's just kinda numb lol.

Akmashi's nightlife was always exciting, regardless of your status or job. Ember was no exception; xe was very familiar with the nightlife though usually xe was in a less safe location, waiting for his latest client to come and pay for his services, yet tonight she found herself in a much better position.

Ember wore some of the nicest clothes they could afford as they nervously waited yards away from the entrance to one of Akmashi's most luxurious clubs. On any other night, he would be barred from entering, maybe attacked for even making an attempt, but Markas was a high enough status that they were hopeful his presence alone would be enough to keep them safe. Whenever Markas arrived, that is.

Ember tapped their foot impatiently and chewed xir lower lip. It wasn't like Markas to be late. A handful of drunk revelers passing shouted slurs at them as they passed but Ember did his best to ignore it.

Ember jumped at the feel of a hand on her lower back, startling her out of her thoughts, but it was only Markas, well-dressed in a violet tangzhuang and looking down at Ember with a faint smile.

"Sorry. I got caught up at the palace. Do you still want to go inside or would you rather go home?" Markas asked, his voice a low rumble.

Ember's smile lit up his face, the fear melting away. "After all this waiting, there's no fucking way we're not going in now."

Markas nodded, wrapping an arm around Ember's waist and leading them to the entrance. The bouncer gave them a dirty look but wisely held his tongue and only took a few moments before begrudgingly stepping aside to let them through.

Once inside, Markas pulled Ember closer protectively, almost daring anyone to say or do something as they wound their way through the crowd to the bar to grab a bottle of expensive maggake before finding a quiet corner booth. Ember seated themself in Markas's lap instead of the seat and took a swig directly from the bottle with a pleased sound. Markas watched his partner with amusement before pulling them closer and pressing a gentle kiss against their forehead.

"It's good to have you here with me," he murmured.