*i must say,   your armour is positively   stunning.

       words like   pure cane sugar,   doused    /    over honey buns straight from the oven.    /    voice is as soft as   cloud,   as you    /    inspect the   fine detail   interlaced in shimmering  chest plate.    /    he was a pleasant man,   to say the least.    /    his presence was most enjoyable.

               *you said that you are a wielder of magic ?                *that’s funny.                *i’m taking lessons from   toriel.                *but that’s primarily   fire based   magic.                *what kind of magic do   you   practice,   love ?

        your heart bleeds and it bleeds    /    sympathy   for those who weep.    /    for you know ever tear holds a story    /    true   and   tragic.    /    carefully,   gently,    /    your aim is get closer and    /    sit beside   he,   who’s heart is   blue   and   heavy.    /    hesitance in the air you breathe,    /    breathe out with new found   DETERMINATION   as hand    /    carefully comes behind to rub   soft circles   into his back,    /    may be graced with a few   feather light   pats. 

                *there’s nothing wrong with being a crybaby.     and i know things may be difficult for you,   but you will overcome this.     and even if you don’t,   i will be here.     just don’t cry.     please.  

        you let the silence wash over the both of you like    /    tranquil tidal waves of almost bliss,   before you decidedly speak up again,    /    voice even   softer   than before. 

                *would you like to talk about it ?     it’s okay if not.     some times,   it helps.