[Involuntarily, a smile curls at their lips. Brief, but lingering just at the corners as they let their hand drop, looking no less comfortable than they did a moment before- more so, if anything.
Their hand doesn't sting and their wrist doesn't itch, and despite everything, the urge to run is gone. It's been so long since this happened, since the tension in their shoulders and neck eased off into a pointed ache, they don't even realize what this actually is.
And for a moment, they have the wildest urge to- simply speak. Tell him something; about their day thus far. About Asriel and what had already happened, what will happen. About Frisk, and the burning clench that accompanies the thought of both.
About...about their favorite book. Or that they really liked the gardens, enough so that they'd bear with the sun if they absolutely had to.
They just feel like telling him something, because a part of them is aware he'll listen. An eager over-enthusiasm to divulge simply because they have the option to, because the option's there.
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Their hand doesn't sting and their wrist doesn't itch, and despite everything, the urge to run is gone. It's been so long since this happened, since the tension in their shoulders and neck eased off into a pointed ache, they don't even realize what this actually is.
And for a moment, they have the wildest urge to- simply speak. Tell him something; about their day thus far. About Asriel and what had already happened, what will happen. About Frisk, and the burning clench that accompanies the thought of both.
About...about their favorite book. Or that they really liked the gardens, enough so that they'd bear with the sun if they absolutely had to.
They just feel like telling him something, because a part of them is aware he'll listen. An eager over-enthusiasm to divulge simply because they have the option to, because the option's there.
They feel comfortable. And they feel safe.]
We agreed, did we not? I won't forget, Wade.