#gr4cefield

[wintermulitplied]

@gr4cefield sent ; i want you out of here by tomorrow. ( to aliza ! )

"U-Understood." she internally chastised herself for stuttering, she hated when she did that, but in an environment like this...well....it was hard for it not to slip out sometimes. She swallows dryly, nodding her head frantically.

"Thank you again I-" she knew being allowed shelter anywhere was a blessing, especially given that her other option....Sans and Papyrus.....well, she trusted Odelle more than she trusted either of them. Which wasn't much but she felt like she wasn't walking on very fragile eggshells around her at least.

"Thank you."

There was no mistaking how much genuine gratitude there was in her tone, despite her anxiety of being forced to spend the night in this underground.

[the-winter-brothel]

@gr4cefield sent ; [ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all. ( to axe , dont look at me )

"You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me, ya know that?" It's rumbled out, shakes through his rib cage as they both fall backwards with him caging O'Delle under him. It's been so fucking long, this isn't his first time by a long shot however since....everything that happened over the following years, there hasn't been time or an urge.

Now that there is, it all seems to just boil over. A fire coursing through every bone in his bone, as he clashes his teeth against her lips the drifts down, biting hard into the crook of her neck bordering on breaking skin. Another low growl as he swears he can feel a pulse, a quickening one at that which further invokes a predatory like instinct within him.

If there's any clothes left to separate him from her, they're ripped off. If the clothing was important, he'd simply take the lecture tomorrow then make up for it. Really doesn't matter to him right now. Every little noise and reaction he can invoke out of her takes top priority. Boney digits gripping onto her thighs to spread her legs, scooting back further across the mattress. The man composed himself to pull back to look at her, panting heavily.

"Sure you want this?"

Because he doesn't know how long it'll take for him to stop, is the unspoken warning there. The growing hard on made of magic brewing between his legs only grew more and more apparent.

[wintermulitplied]

@gr4cefield sent ; “They say you almost died. You left it that late.” ( to sans ! )

"Hnnngh?" you'll have to give him a solid minute, ever since receiving his head injury mornings have always been the worse part of the day. He's always so disoriented when he first wakes up, his mind trying then failing to play catch up for several moments. Not even one hundred percent sure what went on last night.

Memories memories memories, was it always this hard to keep track of things?

"You'll have to be a bit more specific sweetheart. I've almost died a lotta times..."

[wintermulitplied]

@gr4cefield sent ; " you must've really pissed those guys off, huh? " ( to axe ! )

"I could breathe wrong around the damn royal guards and it'd piss them off." the thing is he's not really exaggerating that much, he knew he was on top of the shit list for good reason but he could say the same regarding any of the Queens mangy dogs.

"You seen any sign of that damn kid? That's the only reason they're lurking around here." Aliza has been weirdly out of sight for awhile, if it were any other human he'd suspect they were dead but given who he was dealing with....unlikely.

[castletcwn]

i told myself i'd be safe if i just did what i was told. ( sans )

( asks & starters ) : always accepting !

“  that's  how  they  get'cha  .  ”  pupils  flicking  toward  o'delle,  sans  does  not  stop  what  he's  doing;  it's  better  to  keep  his  hands  occupied,  his  body  too  busy  to  really  physically  acknowledge  the  topic  of  conversation  they  have  turned  down  this  road  toward.  sans  does  not  like  to  talk  about  that  lab  and  the  great  doctor  who  worked  within  it.  it's  a  little  different  sometimes  when  it's  somebody  who  knew  what  it  was  like.  alphys,  of  course.  o'delle,  too.  not  that  -  o'delle  was  a  little  late  addition  to  the  team.  but  still.

she  saw  the  inside  of  those  rooms  for  what  they  were,  before  the  old  man  kicked  it.

“you  wonder  if  the  knife  is  gonna  turn  on  you  next,”  he  muses,  pulling  down  tea  from  the  cupboard.  the  kettle  begins  to  whistle.  “so  you  just  keep  your  head  down  and  keep  movin'  along.  i  get  it.”