Related to your last post, I think 6. Touch-starved with Necro or HT sans would be cool to see:)
Just like the other prompts I've done, this is a bit longer than expected and it took a bit of a turn. I dunno if this really even truly counts as being touch starved or angsty, but I tried, honest to god
It was a fairly normal day. Ink had dragged Dream and Blue with him to the necromancer's house, where Fresh had already made himself at home, stretched out on the living room couch with a box of Fruit Loops and a juice box. It'd taken Necro what felt like an eternity to get used to Fresh's random, out of the blue visits, but now that they were on good, peaceful terms, the necromancer made a habit of keeping his fridge and cupboards stocked, already well aware that Fresh would be liable to eat him out of house and home if he didn't.
Blue was almost immediately hauled to Lucky's room by the child in question, who was more than happy to see his puzzle buddy. The two often worked on not just puzzles, but also trap designs together. With their obnoxiously high energy level, sometimes they even rushed outside to the backyard, to construct whichever trap had their attention at the moment. Ink was currently in the process of pestering Mal, who attempted to sequester herself in her room to be alone. As expected, she wasn't too thrilled about Ink's presence in her home. Not outwardly, at least.
Everything was going as well as one could hope, given who all was involved.
And then Fresh decided to join Ink in bothering Mal, who was still in her room. There was some conversation between the two men in the hall for a moment, before Fresh's true self, a small purple parasite of sorts, left his host body, and with Ink's consent, "borrowed" his. The doorknob was snapped off Mal's bedroom door with ease, and with a gentle nudge of the door itself, the frightening new entity known as Fresh!Ink invited himself into the teens room, earning a terrified and startled shriek from her in response.
Zerif had been watching from around the corner, and upon hearing Mal scream, he merely shook his head and used his hand to muffle a soft laugh. He knew Mal was in no real danger, so the appearance of Fresh!Ink wasn't one that concerned him too much. Necro, from his seat on the end cushion of the couch, called out to Zerif in that all too familiar monotone voice of his, "What's going on, Zerif?" Looking to his partner, Zerif waved off whatever concern the necromancer may possibly be harbouring, making his way to the couch and plopping down beside him, "Nothing, love. One resident heathen just decided to terrorize another, is all."
Necro relaxed minutely, only to tense up again as Zerif delicately looped an arm around his waist and tugged him closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. Feeling his boyfriend grow tense, Zerif arched a brow bone and hummed lowly, "You ok, babe? You're pretty tense." Hearing the pet name be used in reference to himself, a faint purple blush dusted across the necromancer's cheekbones and he cleared his throat, "Yeah, of course I'm alright." Zerif eyed him suspiciously for a moment before tilting his head, "You know... You're cute and I love you, but I'm not sure that I'm buying that. You wanna tell me what's going on in your head, 'Cro?"
Necro shrugged, unsure what to say in response. His brow bones were knit, giving him a look of confusion. Normally he showed little to no emotion at all, and Zerif sighed softly; whatever was bothering him must be pretty significant, if it was capable of making him form any sort of expression like this.
Without any form of a warning, Necro was tugged into the undertaker's lap, and from there, lifted into his arms as he stood. As he began to head for the necromancer's office, Necro looked around, instinctively wrapping his arms around Zerif's neck vertebrae and mumbling, "What are you...?" Zerif briefly glanced at him and hummed, "We need to talk, Necro." Oh. So he was addressing Necro by his full name now. That was new.
Necro nodded, falling silent. Once they reached the office, the necromancer began to squirm; knowing full well what he wanted, Zerif gently setting him down and turning to close the door behind himself. Turning to fully face Zerif, Necro neatly folded his arms behind his back and arched a single brow bone, "What's this about, Zerif?" The undertaker sighed, his normally playful expression now oozing concern, "This is about you, Necro. I'm worried. Did I do something wrong?" Necro tilted his head, confusion briefly flickering on his face, "...What makes you think you did something wrong?"
The undertaker shook his head, absentmindly rubbing the back of his neck, "You've just... been a little distant lately, I guess. You wiggle and want away from me when I try to cuddle up to you, or even just hug you. I can't touch you either, because you always get really tense and seem kinda on edge."
Necro opened his mouth to respond, seeming to freeze in place when no words came out. His gaze fell to the floor as he slowly shut his mouth again, frowning to himself. It was silent for a moment as Zerif quietly watched his boyfriend, trying his best to analyze his behavior. Breaking the silence, the undertaker lowered his voice to a mumble, "... Is it something I said or did?... Please tell me so I can try to fix it." Necro shook his head, remaining silent.
Zerif's mind reeled as he searched for another explanation, his tone uncertain, "Did you... have to go somewhere upsetting, just recently?" Necro hesitated for a few seconds before slowly nodding, his monotone voice unusually faint, "Yes." Zerif blinked, doing his best to process the new information. Not a lot was upsetting to Necro anymore, so it must've been something pretty big and significant. He spoke reluctantly, taking a careful, slow step toward his love, "Was it something to do with him?..." Necro's eye lights very briefly flickered up to Zerif's face before refocusing elsewhere again, as he nodded hesitantly.
The younger of the two watched him sympathetically, still frowning, "Oh... I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Is there anything I can do to help, by any chance?" Necro was silent, clearly hesitating as he took a tiny step toward his partner. He reached out, stopping just short of taking Zerif's hand, and Zerif murmured, "Necro?... What is it?..."
The shorter skeleton avoided his gaze for what was a brief eternity, before slowly lifting it. Though his expression was still mostly blank, there was something in his gaze that pleaded with Zerif. Zerif no longer needed anymore verbal cues, instinctively stepping closer and wrapping his arms around the necromancer, holding him close to himself and pressing his teeth to the top of his skull and whispering, "It's ok.... You're ok. I'm here now. I'll always be here too, I promise."
