#sorry gaster

ARENT YOU

FORGETTING

They burst over the sky, bright rosettes of light that glimmered before fading into the air like pieces of ephemeral confetti. They were impressive to you, as they always were, that pageant of chemical light echoing over the clearing, but... to him? To that man who’d spent so long in a dark cage, a land of stone and shadow and barren earth?

His delight was unprecedented, and his eyes looked like stars, shimmering with color and reflected light. You loved him then, as you always did - loved his joy, loved his curiosity, loved the questions he fired off at you, how do they do that? what are they made of? Aegis - fireworks are incredible!

You’d laughed at that, warm and soft, and tried to keep up to the best of your ability. There wasn’t a lot you could tell him about what, exactly, went into the rockets they unleashed into the sky, but you did your best, and he watched in astounded delight. You were certain that nothing could possibly cause him to avert his gaze from the sky.

He oozed into your embrace, snuggled against you as you kept your arm around his back. You looked over at him occasionally, brushing your lips over the crown of his head and pressing light pecks onto the bone of his cheek, but they were idle gestures that he barely seemed to acknowledge, much less respond to. Not that it troubled you any - you’d come out here to watch the fireworks with him, after all, and it was his first Independence Day celebration. You weren’t really trying to distract him, just...

Well.

This was the first time you’d watched fireworks with someone else as, y’know. A couple. You were, perhaps, feeling a bit more affectionate than normal, and, being unable to keep that overflowing feeling within you, you were bidden to express it before it burned a hole in your chest and seeped out in an unseemly torrent of love.

The image was an amusing one, and it earned a brief chuckle - and it was probably why you didn’t notice Gaster shifting until he was already on the ground, the dark shadow of his clothing set against the fresh grass and scattered wildflowers, and why you followed along dumbly as he dragged you on top of him. “Uh,” you managed, keeping yourself propped on your elbows and knees so as to not crush the man beneath you. He was taller, sure, but you were broader, having flesh and blood and an overabundance of muscle. Muscle that he enjoyed quite a lot, yes, but you imagined he didn’t really want to be squashed by it at the moment.

Which... begged the question of what, exactly, he was doing, staring up at you as distant explosions filled the air with sparks and alchemical fire.

“I was right,” he murmured, ghosting his fingertips across your cheek as he took in the picture before him. “You look lovely like this.”

Your face flushed involuntarily, though you still didn’t quite understand. “Um?”

He laughed, a warm crackle of a sound. It was punctuated by a boom and a series of crackles that puttered out over the span of five seconds or so. “I wanted to see what you looked like, set against the night sky. I thought you’d look nice - and I was right.”

An awkward laugh escaped you, and you weren’t really sure what to say - so you relied on deflection as usual. “...You’re a huge dork.”

He smiled, big and wide - and then pulled you to him, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other splayed over your cheek. “I know,” he murmured, just before kissing you, and then, as a green explosion faded into purple, he kissed you again.

“You’re missing the show,” you said after a few minutes of this, not really minding yourself - but he could kiss you any time he liked, and the Fourth only happened once.

“Hardly.” He pressed his mouth to yours, soft and sweet, trailing a fingertip along your jaw. “In fact - I’d say I’m simply perfecting the memory.”

“You’re terrible!” Though you pouted, you actually couldn’t find yourself disagreeing, because - propped above him like this - you could see how the light played across his face, and you could see his expression clearly and fully, mouth turned up in exuberant joy and eyes alight with bright, fervent life. You loved it, and loved the colored shadows dusting his features and settled into his bones.

✋ Also cue Gaster drifting back a full inch once his eyes settled on the pointed-to sprig, as if it were some form of… Void-Away Charm. Not once removing his attention from it, he set about explaining;

          ☛ While I can only guess why your grey monster might have done such a thing, I can certainly explain to to you what that is, Four-Eyes. That is called mistletoe and it is commonly placed above the threshold of door-ways and entrances in the hopes that two individuals may wind up beneath one. Standing tradition states that any two monsters that find themselves standing beneath a sprig of mistletoe ‘must kiss,’ but it is nothing more than a suggestion and does not need to be upheld.

˚̩͙⚛ There’s a quiet noise that sounds from the illusionist but its far too soft to really distinguish just what it was. Frustration probably. The answer at least was helpful and they made mental note to take down the rest of it once this was sorted out.

*T hank you but.. could you perhaps a s s i s t me in getting this off? I cannot see it very well and I would rather not cause any sort of damage..