#lettersfromthepit

To my darlings @trashpanda-rp and @lettersfromthepit  

Ok, technically, Letters would be tomorrow, but I am celebrating today dang it. 

In honor of our friendship, here’s your gift! I hope that one day we can all three take a real picture together. <3

NOW ONTO THE GUSHING!

    || @lettersfromthepit || Random Fluff Starter ||

       It was somewhere around 7 pm, he thought. Maybe a bit earlier. Honesty Sans wasn’t sure, he hadn’t really been paying attention to the time, but he knew that the sun was beginning to turn clouds into a mass of pink and orange and blue swirls and that the latest paranormal thriller film had just finished its latest showing. This he knew because he and Kailee had just finished watching it. 

      Kailee had laughed barrels through the whole thing. They’d been shushed more times than once, but it didn’t stop her from leaning in and whispering under her breath how very wrong each detail was. Sans didn’t know why it was wrong, exactly, or why it was particularly funny, but that hardly mattered. 

      He laughed along because Kailee’s eyes were dancing, because her cheeks were so red that he could see them even in the dimmed theater lighting, because she squeezed his hand so hard he had to wonder if it hurt a little. 

      He laughed because for the first time in a long, stressful month, he felt happy. A light happy, not the sort that came pegged down with whispered doubts and reminders of everything that had or could go possibly wrong. It was the sort of night where he didn’t once think about a golden hallway spotted in red. He didn’t think of the bump in Kailee’s belly. Of his mistakes. Of the bills, or his work hours, or how he missed Papyrus’s voice shouting song tunes in the morning. 

      There were more things he needed to think of, he knew, but for the right now, it was nice to simply walk down the street with Kai as she filled him in on how the movie had messed up in glorious, hilarious ways. To hold her hand as the leftover hints of cold from holding her soda cup began to melt away. To hear her laugh without the hush of a movie theater rudely interrupting. 

      So it was somewhere around either 7 pm or a standard movie ending time when the sun was just starting to set, that Sans stopped on the sidewalk and had Kailee join him. He stepped closer. Slipped a hand around to the back of her neck, warm from the shelter of her long hair, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Closed his eyes, nuzzled his forehead against her own. Pressed the thinly closed line of his mouth against her slightly sticky, sweet lips. Moved his hand from her neck to the side of her face until he held it in his palms, until he could press just slightly in the softness of her cheeks. 

       And he breathed. 

       It felt like he’d been stuck under a murky, thick gel and finally got to take his first breath of crisp fresh air. His thoughts tilted like a genuine buzz, and two words slipped past his filter and against Kailee’s lips as he murmured into their kiss, “so good.” 

       His forehead went back to pressing against hers, and while some part of his mind seemed mildly aware that they were still in public and weren’t exactly following PDA protocols, it didn’t register as important. He was with Kai. The day was settling. The smell of popcorn still lingered on their clothes. Heat from her lips warmed the edges of his grin. It was the sort of day he would normally tuck away into a memory bank for safe keeping. 

      So he did just that.

                            so they went behind his back ---- AND they had decided to tell him only last week. they had known he had wanted LOVE, like what his parents had and they had let him BELIEVE he would.

                            BUT according to his parents, he isn’t fourteen anymore and the people were getting uneasy about their unmarried prince. so here ben was, about to meet the woman his parents decided he would love.

                            he scowled as the carriage appeared at the gates before taking a deep breathe. while he despised his parents for ever believing THEY could decide who HE loved, he knew the woman who would emerge was not at fault. she had nothing to do with this.

                            the prince bowed deep as the carriage pulled in front of him. he knew very little about the princess that would emerge soon. simply what his parents had told him about her.

                                                                     she is BEAUTIFUL.

                                                                she can make you LAUGH.

                                                                          she is FUN.

                                                                she’ll make a lovely WIFE.

                                      ---- but none of that matter to him if he couldn’t LOVE HER.

                            the door opened and she emerged. he glanced up at her and saw a dark beauty. the scowl on his face disappeared as a small smile tugged at his lips. his parents weren’t wrong. she IS beautiful but she almost appeared a bit WILD. a heartbeat had passed and ben was already TRANSFIXED by her. until his mother’s voice rang in his ears, shattering the illusion.

                                                      ---- she’ll make a lovely WIFE.

Franks eyes danced along her features as she let him have it. It was his battle, and he couldn’t stand if another person got hurt fighting these people. They were men who’d killed his family. They were dangerous. 

||Continuation from here || @lettersfromthepit || The Mains ||

     “oh, yeah?” 

     Sans tilted his grin, nuzzling his chin against her shoulder a bit as she chuckled one of those hushed, gentle laughs. Her hand slipped up to find his; he took it, and let its warmth slowly run over the surface of his bony fingers until it sank into the divets of marrow. 

     His hand shifted until the ball of his thumb was able to press into her small, slightly calloused palm. It applied pressure and dragged in a smooth, careful line until he felt the muscles beneath begin to ease and loosen. It was one of those things that seemed to feel good for her. Well—humans in general, anyway. They’d pay good money for a massage. Maybe not from a skeleton, but still. 

@lettersfromthepit  || Closed

       Sans would have liked to be better at words when it mattered. It seemed like he always knew how to respond, always had a quip to bounce back, a joke, a pun—but in moments like these, he didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t just feel empty and repetitive in his mouth. 

      It’d been years since he’d been intimately intertwined with Kai, and longer still since they’d been friends. She knew better than most how much he came up short sometimes (in a non-height related way). Somehow they made it work. Instead of soft words, he’d wrap himself around her in bed. Hold her tight, hold her loose. Graze his thumb against her shoulder, cheek, hand, stomach. Trail his fingers up and down her spine until the motion became a lull that at times could ease her asleep. 

     This was a combination sort of night. He altered between a tight hug that slowly squeezed her against his ribcage, then relaxed it, letting Kailee decide which she wanted at the time while his hand strummed her back like the strings of his old worn ukelele. Occasionally he pressed the thin line of his closed mouth to her shoulder or lips. He didn’t say anything beyond an occasional hush or distracting hum.