Reminiscent-
Grillby looked down at the rug. He just sat there in his recliner, no emotions crossing him nor his face. His flames waved in caressing sweeps. The silent room was not deafening to him. He actually found it reconciling.
He finally broke the stilled numbness away, and looked to the side at the other recliner beside him. It was a black leather one that one would sink deep into. He laughed the first time he saw it, saying to his companion how there was not much of him to sink into it. Even still, they insisted. Grillby could stare at that persistent smile of his endlessly, same with their furrowed brow when they insisted that they did not need any help assembling it in their living room. It seemed further from his chair, now that it was only his hand reaching out to meet instead of two.
The flame man smiled at it, at the memories. It didn't reach his eyes, but it was still just as genuine. He inhaled deeply, his flames brightening, and recalled the way that his companion would snuggle up next to him to steal his warmth, greedily pressing against him. Exhaling, he thought of the night that he lay in bed, his companion's head asleep on his chest, content in where he was.
He was still content, really. He still smiled and felt that tingling warmth in his chest thinking of him. He still sighed in admiration and adoration. He still talked to those around him, those that they both grew close with. People never believed him when they would ask if he was alright, but he was. Even if this one piece of his life was gone- no, not gone; just deviated- that does not mean that he is not okay.
Given, he will still accidentally crack an extra set of eggs in the morning before his mind will wake up to remind him. He will still wake up at night to glance over and check if his companion was sleeping alright. He will still look at silly things in stores and feel the urge to buy them just to see that surprised, giddy smile. He will still smile that reminiscent smile when he sees that black leather recliner with a ten-page assembly manual.
Grillby got up slowly, gave one last glance to the chair for the night, and gently made his way to bed.
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Author's Notes: This was just a quick one-off that I did for Grillster (Grillby/Gaster). This is mostly left to interpretation. Perhaps Gaster died, or fell into the Void and Grillby still remembers, or maybe he just left.
The YouTube channel Unus Annus did a collab with Leila Pari, and the idea was to just write whatever comes to mind when she played a melody. I thought of a melancholy person sitting beside another recliner, and thus this was born! Sad, but still has happy undertones.