(( Here’s a fic I wrote aaages ago and I’m pretty sure I never posted it anywhere, so I’m gonna post it now! ))
Sight was a strange concept to Anti, considering he'd been born without it. Being blind was never something he let bring him down, mostly because he'd never known anything different. He was perfectly capable of functioning by himself if he had to... but most of the time he chose not to anyway. It was a laziness thing.
It was completely by accident that he discovered he had the ability to borrow other people's sight. He wasn't sure what exactly triggered it. He knew he could do it if he chose to, but sometimes it would happen even if he didn't want it to. He was pretty careful about touching people's bare skin for that reason. Doing it too much felt like an abuse of power. And then there was that other side effect....
The problem with borrowing someone else's sight was that he still couldn't see with his own eyes. He saw what they saw.
On rare occasions, using someone's sight was a planned event.
"You've never seen a sunset before?"
"I'm blind Mul, o' course I haven't."
"... right. Sorry."
So they made plans to have a late picnic and watch the sunset. The whole thing felt sappy and cliche, like it came straight out of a movie. Sickeningly sweet, and yet Anti had fun anyway. Despite the fact that he didn't end up eating and a number of mosquitoes kept trying to bite him. (trying and succeeding but dying due to ingesting what was probably pure acid running through his veins)
As the air started to get cooler, he felt Mul grab his hand. "The sky is starting to change colors already, if you want to see."
Anti nodded, concentrating a moment before he initiated the connection and slowly the sky started to come into view, still blue but with hints of pink and orange on the horizon. "Oh... it's pretty...."
Mul laughed. "Just pretty?"
"I dunno what else ya expected honestly." He laughed a little too. Seeing things wasn't something particularly amazing to him. At least, he tried not to let himself get too attached to sights. He knew it wasn't something he'd see again any time soon, so it wasn't worth admiring it long. But he held the connection for now as they fell into silence, just watching the sun continue to slip down.
And then Mul turned to look at him.
The reaction was instant panic. Anti pulled his hand away from Mul's, breaking the connection, and looking shocked.
"A-Anti? Are you okay? What happened?"
He held his head, willing the image to leave his mind and go back to being blank... but no matter how hard he tried, he could only picture his own face in his head. "N-nothin'... I'm fine. It's fine."
"No it's not, you're clearly distressed.... I'm sorry. I did something wrong, didn't I?"
"It's not yer fault...." He knew he should have mentioned it before this, but he didn't think the connection would even last long enough for this to be an issue. "I... I just hate seein' myself. Ya didn't know. It's fine."
"You do? But why...?"
"'Cos... I'm... I'm so ugly. I'm horrible to look at, I don't know how ya put up with it. I'm sorry ya have to look at me ever-"
He cut himself off feeling Mul's hand on his cheek. "Anti... you're not ugly. You're perfect to me in every way."
"... how can ya say that? I'm too pale, my veins are all visible, I've constantly got shite runnin' down my chin...." He wiped his mouth as he said it and sure enough he felt goop on the back of his hand. "No one else looks like that. Not even the others like me. I-I'm just gross...."
He heard Mul sigh followed by pulling him forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I won't make you talk about it more or try to convince you otherwise... I understand if you don't like your appearance. But, to me, you're amazing. I love the way you look. I love you."
Anti wasn't sure he believed it, so convinced himself that he was nothing but hideous... but it was nice to hear anyway. He relaxed a little, yet goopy tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. He felt like he'd ruined a good moment here, being a baby about all this.
Mul took his hand again, helping him up off the ground. "Come on, I'll walk you home. We can hang out there a little longer if you want...?"
He nodded, using his freehand to wipe his eyes. "Please?"
Before he could open his mouth and say something else horribly self-deprecating, Mul broke off into another subject, striking up a better conversation. The moment passed and it didn't take long to cheer Anti up again, the image leaving his head finally. Next time they'd just be more careful.
[[ The position of where the two are in the images makes it look so... Suggestive or something. But really, I just didn’t want to try and fix Anti’s side of the drawing (oops). ]]
♢ [forehead or cheek kisses] with Mul and Anti? Would be cool if it would be a fic but :0c
If it is a fic you want, a fic you get. :3c[ nonsexual acts of intimacy ]
Ever since that first time he kissed Mul and ended up vomiting on him, more or less, Anti had been extremely hesitant to even think about kissing him again. Especially knowing that Mul was… probably pretty unaware of just exactly what had happened. It was less embarrassing to let him think that it was just nervous puke than to tell him the truth….
But either way, the embarrassment was real. He hadn’t attempted to kiss him again, never even brought up the idea. He was pretty content to stick to holding hands or hugging, that was easier and didn’t make him goop everywhere. He was sure Mul could sense this, because he never brought it up either.
At least, not for a while.
“Y'know… I’m really not upset about what happened that one time. When you kissed me.”
Anti immediately stiffened, face flushing as the memory came back to him. God, it was awful, horrible, he was so gross-
“I mean! I’m not saying we have to do it again… if you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to. It’s just… sometimes you look like you want to but then you don’t do it.”
“Er… do I?” Of course there were times he wanted to. He liked that kiss. He liked it a lot. He liked it enough to spit up on him. Ugh.
“Sometimes… or maybe I’m just reading things wrong. U-uh, sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up….”
Anti shook his head. “N-no, it’s fine….” He let out a sigh. “M'just… embarrassed. Still. I-I’d love t'kiss ya again, I just don’t wanna… y'know….” Goop. He cursed his kind for having mostly oral based sex. It wasn’t even a sexual kiss and he still managed to reach that point. Was it just inexperience? Overexcitement in the moment? Did he really just like Mul that much?
The idea of that got him all flustered and he covered his face to hide it. “It’s stupid… I just… I like ya a lot and m'already so bad at controllin’ my goop… it’s just better if we don’t kiss….”
“It’s okay, I understand….” Mul’s tone was soft, and cool hands took his, pulling them away from his face. “If that’s what you want then we don’t have to. We can just take things slowly.”
For a moment, he wished he could see Mul, sure his expression was as comforting as his words. He smiled a little, squeezing his hands. “Thank you…. Slow is good.”
They were both quiet for a bit before Mul spoke up again. “Can I try something?”
“Er… sure?” Anti wasn’t sure what he meant by “something”, but he trusted him. “Go ahead….”
Mul never let go of his hands, but he felt him move closer, and then the sensation of lips pressed against his forehead. It was quick and Mul sat back as Anti’s expression went from confused to extremely flustered, his face entirely red.
He heard Mul laugh and he wished he could hide his face again. “Jeez, you’re really cute, y'know that?”
“S-shut up! M'not cute.” Anti huffed, turning his head to mutter, “Yer the cute one….”
Mul just laughed again and Anti couldn’t help but smile.
