Oooh, for the word game (that I love, stop making me simp, no fair), what about.... Alive ? I knooow it's not original buuut hhh im curious ok??
(I don't know what you mean by unoriginal, I mean, its one word and its great >u<)
The death god sighs as he watches the maiden, sleeping under the moonlight drifted through the window.
You were such... a beautiful thing. Something... someone he was forbidden to touch. Sans’ grin turns into something softer as he watched your chest rise and fall, the little shuffle you did when you tuck yourself further into the blankets. You looked so... warm.
Alive.
Oh how he longs to take you in his arms, bring you back to his world, to be his light, a light only he’ll get to see. Again Sans finds himself inching closer to your bed, crave on his face as a bonely hand reaches out, hovering over your face...
...
He pulls his hand back.
He’s waited this long... he can wait a bit more.
As he takes a few steps back, he can feel the aching in his bones, wanting to be near you, to have you with him... but not just yet. Sans prides in being patient, his time will come.
With that thought, his grin widens, and he takes another step back, back to the underworld.
