You see yourself surrounded by swirls of blue and red magic. Aside from that there is only darkness but this is the only light you need. It whirls around you, causing your hair to blow every which way, as if it were getting caught in the wind. Your eyes are glowing too, one each colour, signifying the part of him that's now part of you. It's a new sensation, without the pain you just feel strong, something you never truly felt, not really. You reach out with one arm and the colours wrap around it, crawling up and enveloping your body like a magic rope that doesn't restrict you.
Taking your hands in front of your face you stare at the tendrils of magic spinning closer together until they fuse, the cyan and blood red mixing into a light strawberry coloured glow. You watch as it snakes around your body, coming up from behind your neck to gather in a dense ball, hovering in front of you. It looks like it's radiating, not only light, but power as well. It fuzzes and hums, tiny flares erupting from its irregular surface.
You grab it and it explodes into miniscule specks, floating all around you like dust reflecting the light that's coming through a window and you look on with bright eyes as it falls over on your skin and disappears into it, into your bloodstream and up your veins to where your heart sits. You look down and see your chest glow the same colour the tiny sphere had just moments before.
You put a hand over the shining light and when you pull it forward, your white soul leaps out, the cerulean ripple dancing in its radiance. You hold it up and it spins slowly, those some flickers bursting out like sun spots from your soul, the magic inside it manifesting gently from your continued use. It illuminates your face and your glowing eyes look wonder-filled. A small smile graces your features, you can feel his presence, his magic.
Returning your soul to your chest, everything goes black. But it doesn't frighten you. It's a peaceful darkness. You know you're not alone.
You wake with a start and a small gasp. You're disoriented, not knowing what of you remember is real and what's not. The last thing you can recall clearly was hurting all over and so much. And then the rest is a blur of emotions, sensations and nothing else.
You feel a bony shoulder under your head and you turn on your side to see Sans lying on his back, eyes closed, breathing steady. His light snores are the only thing you can hear. Propping yourself up on your elbows you poke him on his side then shake him gently. He opens his eyes and when his pupils settle on your face his grin grows like never before.
Without a moment's hesitation he sits up and pulls you into a tight hug. "You're awake! I thought it might be longer, but I'm so glad you're here…" You don't think you've ever heard him speak so cheerfully. He pulls back so that he can gaze at your face once more, voice lowering slightly to his usual lazy tone. "You hurting?"
You think for a moment, mentally going through every part of your body to check. "No… Groggy, confused, but not hurting." You say. Your voice sounds a little croaky. "How long was I sleeping?"
From the light shining into the bedroom through the window it looks like it's day.
"Just a full day and a little more, I was out for days. Papyrus thought I was missing. Definitely wasn't fun to explain that to him."
You rub the sleep from your eyes. "Were you here the whole time?"
"Mostly." He smirks and strokes your face with one hand.
"Wasn't that boring?"
"You're not boring. But even if you were I got this to entertain me." He taps on the large Astrophysics book from the night stand. "I read it to you, did you hear that?" You shake your head and he shrugs. "I figured as much."
"So you like it?"
"It's pretty amazing." You smile.
"What happened?" You finally ask, rubbing your neck and stretching out your legs.
"My magic's fully fused with your soul. You should be able to control it without all the annoying side-effects. But you'll still need some practise."
You think back to the feeling of the magic burning itself into you and shudder. You let your body fall back onto the mattress and sigh. "Did Papyrus…?" You don't finish your question. If it looked even half as bad as it felt it must've been gruesome.
"Yeah, he saw. You were probably too caught up in everything else to notice, but you made quite a ruckus. Trashed the place."
You flinch at his words. Both because of the damage you did and for putting the wonderful soul that is Papyrus through another possibly traumatic experience. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Good thing about being in the hallway, not many things to break. Just a vase and a couple of pictures, we'll replace the frames, no big deal." Sans assures you. He puts a hand to your cheek once again, tracing your lips with his thumb. "And Paps is fine, he can't wait to see you up again."
You close your eyes and lean into his touch. "Okay…"
"I should probably warn you before you try to stand up for the first time. The room's going to start spinning and your legs won't work properly. And then you'll feel sick. Whether you'll throw up or not that's up for debate." You scrunch up your face making him chuckle. "Should pass soon after though."
"You went through all this too?" He nods his head.
"It's kind of scary how similar your reactions were." He lets out a short breath. "I'm so happy you're here… You fought for me…" You raise an eyebrow at him, playfully.
"Who said anything about it being for you?"
"You did." He laughs.
"Oh." You really don't remember that. You scratch at your head.
"And I could feel it clearly in my soul too. You see, the thing about determination is that you can have it for yourself… Like Chara did…" You look Sans in the eyes as he speaks. "But it's so much stronger when you're fighting for someone you love… It's a sheer force of will that can do astounding things, like make a monster more physical, or a human more magical…"
"When I first got my magic I was fighting for Asriel… My brother's sibling beyond the barrier…" You reason. It all makes a lot of sense actually.
"And now you were doing it for me." Sans' grin grows wider and his pupils shine brightly, a soft cyan hue dusting over his cheekbones. He's so happy. It warms your heart and makes your soul flutter. You can't help the corners of your lips pulling up as well.
Sitting up slightly you turn to him, your soulmate. "Can I do something before this lovely moment goes south when I try to get out of bed?"
"Of course."
You pull his face to yours and let your lips crash to his teeth, causing his eye sockets to widen with the unexpectedness of it all. You push his back to the bed and yourself to him. When he gets over the initial shock, his fingers snake through your hair and he kisses you back just as intensely.
You whisper 'I love you' against his mouth he rubs his forehead against yours in a tender motion.
"Thank you…" You mumble. He hums inquisitively. "For giving me a reason to live." His breath hitches and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him still. "If you didn't come into my life that night I don't know what would've happened. But I'm glad I didn't get to find out."
"Me too." He murmurs into your ear.
You just enjoy each other's company for you don't know how long. He's got one skeletal arm around your shoulders as you're curled up to his side. The other hand is running up and down your arm that's resting on his chest. Under your hand, under his ribs, you feel a soft buzz, a thrum that makes your palm tingle.
You're content with this moment. But you know you'll have to get up sooner or later, so might as well get it over with. You nudge Sans on the side. "Time to get out of bed." You say quietly.
He groans. "Do we have to?"
"Yes." Your voice is commanding, but there's a small smile playing on your lips. You pat his shoulder a couple of times and lift yourself up with your arms. "Come on lazybones, you're not making me do this alone."
He sighs exaggeratedly and mumbles a 'fine', but you can see him grinning as well. Not that it would say much considering that's the way his face sits, it's in his eyes. His eyes are smiling too.
He wasn't joking though. The room did spin and your legs definitely did not work. And boy were you feeling sick. Although you didn't throw up, at least, and that's a definite win in your book. You rest your head on Sans' shoulder. The floor still feels like it's sliding under your feet and you're unbalanced but at least your stomach has settled.
"Feeling better?"
"Slightly. I think I'm up for some food now."
Sans smiles at you and his eye lights up with a blue flame. You feel your feet lifting off the ground and he turns his back to you, grabbing your legs by his hip, one on each side of him. You instinctively wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. Once he's sure you're settled he eases his magic's grip and carries you to the kitchen, a big grin lighting up his face as you giggle into his neck.
Once you arrive at your destination he sits you down on the table and waddles around gathering things from here and there. You watch him, dangling your feet back and forth. Shortly after he's got a simple meal prepared, something light but nutritious.
"Here you go." He hands you the plate of food and take it with a dramatic bow of your head.
He chuckles and leans forward to peck your lips before sitting down on chair and eating his own food. You should probably do the same but instead you pull your legs up and cross them over the table, setting the plate on top and digging in.
"What happened to you? After you went through this?" You ask him, unsure if you're prying into things you shouldn't.
Sans simply shrugs. "A lot of things. Some better than others. Teleporting's nice."
"How can you do that?"
"It's a shortcut." He takes a forkful to his mouth and grins.
You narrow your eyes at him. "You're not getting away with that explanation…" He chuckles slightly and then starts thinking about how to tell you how it works.
"Determination, as I said before is a powerful thing, yeah? If you have enough of it you can actually use it to bend time and space. Like Frisk did with resets. I could never do that, time is more malleable, less comprehensible. But space, that's something I know, I understand matter and how it works. With the aid of my magic I can use the determination I was given to bend it to my will. I pull two places that are far away closer together and I just…" He flashes his left eye and blinks out of existence to appear by the door. "Step through."
You stare at him, fascinated. "I think I get what you mean…"
You're not entirely sure, however, if you could do the same. You don't have the knowledge of physics that Sans probably used to figure it out, and even if you tried to understand it there's no telling if you're actually able to do it yourself. Maybe it's just a thing that he can do.
Sans walks back to sit at the table and you decide to ask him about something else. "The blasters, were those a result of this?"
"Yes and no. I got those sometime after. Made them with someone with the information we got from me."
"Gaster?" You see his whole body tense up and his sockets go dark for a fraction of a second.
"How did you…?"
"Well, you did say they were called Gaster blasters. So lucky guess."
"Right…" Sans rubs his face with his hands and peeks at you through his fingers. "I nicknamed them that. He was so mad. Heh…"
"He's that friend you mentioned, the one who studied souls?" He nods in confirmation and you go back to eating in silence. You feel like there's more to this story but you don't want to intrude.
When you finish what was on your plate you hop onto the floor, forgetting that you might still be suffering from the lack of equilibrium. Your legs wobble and the dish slips from your fingers. Your eyes widen and you reach out in an attempt to catch it, knowing full well your reflexes aren't fast enough. But it doesn't crash to the floor. It floats inches above it, a strawberry red aura surrounding it as opposed to the bright crimson you're used to.
"Nice catch." Sans mumbles from behind you.
You're staring in silent awe. Your magic never came so naturally to you before. You always had to focus before using it, reach for it. But here you were, preventing a plate from falling without even thinking about it. It floats up to your hands and you're a bit taken aback, you didn't do that. But then again, you were thinking that you should grab it…
"Huh…" You let out when the magical aura dissipates and the plate falls the last bit of distance onto your open palms. You slowly walk to the sink and gently place it there.
"Well there's a different reaction. What happened to me was the exact opposite. If I got the tiniest bit annoyed, things would break." Sans tells you.
"I haven't gotten annoyed yet."
"Fair point well made."
He gets up from where he's sitting and puts his dish in with yours, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. He tells you that he'll take care of washing those if you want to go shower and anything else you might want to do after your long 'nap'. Realising that you're actually in desperate need of a bathroom you immediately take him up on that offer, stopping by his room to take some clothes and a towel.
You distractedly hum along that familiar, but not so much, tune that you learned from Sans as you go about your little routine. You throw on a black sweater with matching jeans and brush your hair while looking at yourself in the mirror. You smile at your reflection. You don't know why but you think you actually look like you're glowing. You inch closer to the mirror and stare into your own eyes. Under the iris' you can see a faint light, almost like now it's a constant part of you, not just something you reach into yourself to use.
You focus a little and use your magic to turn off the light to see it shining in your eyes as it runs through you. They're mismatched but you like it, it makes you feel closer to your soulmate. Using a hand you pull down the bottom eyelid to get a better look. You've never really appreciated the way your eyes shimmer with the power inside you. You've always wanted to just be normal. But right now, looking into your glowing eyes, you think that maybe, just maybe it's not so bad to be different… After all it got you to where you are. It made you who you are. And there's at least one person who loves you for it.
Your soul smiles with you as you stop using the magic and the room goes dark.
You turn around and walk out with an added bounce to your step. You find Sans sitting on the couch with the book you gave him open on his lap as he reads through it, completely enthralled. You drop on the seat next to him, the corners of your lips pulled up in a widespread smile. He jumps a little, not having noticed you come in.
His signature grin twitches slightly and his pupils turn brighter.
"You look cheerful." You shrug your shoulders in response.
"I just feel good for some reason." You pull your arms up behind your head and lean against the soft material of the couch. "I wish I felt like this all the time."
"No reason not to." He murmurs. You look at him as he sets down the heavy book and sneaks one arm behind your back and around your waist and pulls you to him, using the other to tilt your face to kiss you. "You look so beautiful right now. Your soul is almost blinding it's shining so brightly."
Your eyes drift to the book and then to Sans' pupils. A thought forms in your head. "Guess you could say I'm a quasar right now!" You flash him a lopsided smirk. He stares at you for a moment before chuckling and burying his face in your neck as he pulls you into his embrace.
"I'm so proud." You can't help the small giggle that escapes your lips and hold him close to you as well.
You rest your forehead on his and a hand on his cheek. "I can never repay you for what you've done for me. I owe you everything…"
His own hand reaches up to where yours is sitting. "You don't owe me anything at all, but I do want something from you."
Staring at him expectantly, you feel him leaning into your touch. "Anything." You breathe.
"I want you to be happy. That's all I want from you." You smile softly at his request.
"I think I can manage that."
"Good." Sans pulls you back into a hug and you close your eyes, breathing the moment in.
After a few heartbeats you pull back look him in the eyes. A dead serious expression graces your features and he's momentarily worried about what you're going to say.
"You are going to have to teach me all the tricks to your magic." He raises a brow ridge questioningly and you smirk mischievously. "I got a fish monster's ass to kick."
Sans' sockets widen slightly for a fraction of a second and then his grin lights up with amusement. "You little minx… I love you."
You giggle giddily. "I-" He doesn't let you finish your response, stopping your words from leaving your mouth by pressing his to it, stealing the breath right out of you.
Sans is about to move so that he can pull you closer when his leg misses the seat entirely and he slips down to the floor pulling you along with him. You yelp in surprise falling right on top of him and driving him to groan from your weight suddenly on his chest. He snorts and you do as well, both of you melting into a fit of laughter. You sigh as your tittering dies down and you stay on the floor staring at the ceiling. You close your eyes and place your head on his shoulder. You hope with every fibre of your being that this joy will last.
Whatever else the world has to throw at you, you feel like at least right now, nothing can bring you down from this high.
NOTE: What does a writing aficionado do when they're feeling down in the dumps and overworked? They write fluff apparently xD
Hope you enjoyed reading, please leave any feedback you may have, it's always appreciated :)