Loving Every Bone in Your Body

by WinterSnowing

Sometimes, you liked to imagine that Frisk was this kind and sweet because of you ...That you taking the brunt force of your abusive father's hits and drunk mother's curses was worth it. You had protected them from the crappy reality of your family and… you knew that you had to protect them now / In which Frisk has an older sister that is aware of the resets.

32. Memory 3

You had another nightmare.

You don't remember what it was about.

Or at least that was the lie you were repeating to try and make it come to fruition. Maybe if you repeated it enough you'd start to believe the lie yourself.

Until then you sat in the humid dark of your room, staring over towards the window across the room. Moonlight filtered through the not-so-much-blackout black out curtains you'd hung up a few nights ago. Speckles of light danced around as if the night sky you couldn't see was being reflected inside. One of your legs was stuck out of the covers, trying to cool with down, while the other was pinned. Your hair stuck to your forehead and you prayed that the power, which had gone out sometime during the storm earlier, would hurry up and turn back on.

It was quiet. You could only hear the breathing of Sans. He was tucked against your side, one of his arms under your neck and pillow, the other over your stomach, hand clasped tightly in yours. Surprisingly he seemed to be getting a good night's sleep even after you had woken him up with your frantic phone call. He hadn't actually told you if he'd been asleep when he answered. He hadn't really said anything, just immediately blinked into existence in your room.

You sneak another look at Sans. It relaxed you to see him so dead asleep. You bring your folded hand in his up, pressing your cheek into his boney knuckles as a way to ground you further. He shifts in his sleep, only curling closer to you. You drag your leg back under the blanket. You knock your shins together as you move, tangling your legs even more with his.

You two had become comfortable. Be it with your nightmares personally or with seeing each other in your most vulnerable states after said nightmares. Either way it meant neither of you felt the need to change.

Laying here, feeling warm, safe, protected, you didn't really want to change anything. Time and time again you think that this, right here, was a peace you never thought you'd find. The peace right after a brooding storm.

Right here, you felt simultaneously wanted and needed.

Right here, in Sans's arms, you really did forget what your nightmare had been about.