You gulped, tears coming to your eyes as you take in his broken words. He gestures angrily to the gaping wound in his skull.
i’m gonna show you…i’m gonna show you that t h i s-”
#Undertale sans x funny reader skin#
You whine softly in the back of your throat, backing off a step before all but jumping out of your skin as the door suddenly slams shut with an earth-shattering bang behind you. You shudder slightly in reflex, eyes wide, lips parted. He crooked his finger in silent invitation, leaving you to hesitantly approach before you stop dead in your tracks at his sudden command. Keeping that solid, intense eye-contact, he carefully sat on his ‘bed’, edging his way backwards, feet hanging off the edge. He froze in his tracks all of a sudden, turning his head with a deathly slowness to look in your direction – before that grin of his spread wider, almost curling at the edges, threatening to split his non-existent cheeks. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight – you’d never seen him without it, and to see his bare ribs on show for once? He all but kicks down the door to his bedroom (which was a pity, you were quite fond of those hinges), dragging you in with such a force you trip over your own feet he lets you go when you do, walking past you and over to his stained mattress with purpose, impatiently ripping off his ragged hoodie and just as ragged shirt as he went. With that, he turned on his heel, continuing in his almost desperate dragging.Īll you received in reply was the darkest of chuckles, sending a shiver up your spine – his gruff voice never failed to awake things within you that perhaps were best left asleep. He turned on you suddenly, freezing in his dragging walk with an unsettling rigidness, grin turned down at the edges in his displeasure. You winced, pulling at your arm as his phalanges dug into your tender skin. Suddenly, he grasped your wrist, all but yanking you off the couch and dragging you towards the staircase. His sockets narrowed, his expression calculative as he read every change in your expressions. …well, his grin wasn’t as wide and twitchy any more, that was a fairly good sign. And what had you gone and done? Gone and pissed him off, that’s what. You weren’t afraid of him, never had been, never would be, but you really didn’t like to see him angry – you preferred to see him happy far better. He slowly, deliberately lowered himself down to your level on the couch, the singular red orb hanging in his socket pulsing with his rising emotions, grin twitching. Your head quirked, brows pulling together, not quite understanding – well, no, some part of you did, but you really hoped that he wasn’t going to ask. You hum worriedly in answer, instantly drawn out of your well of thoughts by his slightly irritated frown.
It had already taken him so long to trust you after all, to let in you past those walls he’d built so high – and you didn’t want to ruin that fragile trust. But you didn’t want to ask such questions of him surely he’d feel uncomfortable when put into that kind of position. Were you even allowed to touch his face at all? What if you dared to do such a thing, only to end up touching it? Would it hurt him? It looked as if it would hurt him, even if you did catch him every so often scratching away at the wound whenever he was in particularly dark mood. You didn’t know where to place your hands. Well, no, scratch that – you’d shared some pretty heated kisses but you always pulled away at the last minute, and you could tell that it was worrying him immensely. Sure, approaching him and telling him as such had been an utter bitch (his grin had twitched pretty alarmingly, before he’d ultimately fled without a word), but with the help of his energetic brother (who was, admittedly, sometimes unsettling energetic), you’d eventually managed to secure a date with him and now, here you were, in a happy relationship.Īside from the fact that the two of you have never been physical. It wasn’t that you found it disgusting, or anything like that – as a matter of fact, you loved everything about him, and had done the second you’d seen him in that remote corner-shop (much to his utter shock at the time).
The hole in his skull had always troubled you. *pants* Also….happy birthday to the lovely Hope that you have a truly wonderful day, and, uh, here’s some face-sitting for you.
0 kommentar(er)
