You were a patient person, and you knew MK and her main squeezes were going through a confusing time, what with Black being pregnant and due in just a few months.
You also were well aware that your choice of Bara was...different. He was difficult, and getting him cleared through Papyrus to come home had been a long, arduous process. You'd been receiving updates on his progress, personality evaluations, generalized diagnoses...but never a bill of release.
It was difficult to keep still most days when the mail popped in from the mansion. Would today be the day? You always hoped, and always were disappointed.
-CONTINUES TO SHOW FLIPPANCY IN THE FACE OF HIS ISSUES. WILL TRY AGAIN NEXT WEEK.
-OPENED UP A LITTLE TODAY, BUT HIGHLY COMPARTMENTALIZED CERTAIN ISSUES AND TOOK HIS RAGE OUT ON FELLOW ADOPTABLES. RE-EVALUATION IN ORDER.
-REFUSED TO COME TO HIS SESSION TODAY. CANNOT RELEASE.
It was heartbreaking, considering how enamored you had been when you'd first set eyes on him through the one-way mirror. To know he was hurting so much, and you weren't any help, was devastating.
And so, the idea had come about that you would write letters back and forth, a way to convince him to comply and prove you were waiting for all of him when he gets here. At first his replies were short, but after a while, you had a steady communication going, and he began to seem excited about meeting you.
One day, though, all his letter said was:
i hope you're ready for all of me.
xoxo, your tramp
You quite honestly didn't know how to respond to that. The context was...nonexistent. Was he being self-deprecating? Was he being flirty? You had no idea, but…
...him walking through your front door as nonchalant as could be, as if he had always lived there? Definitely unexpected.
"what's with the face, babylove?" He purred, dropping a bag on the kitchen table before drawing you close. Warmth spread through you, tingling with want and need as he kissed you, as if it were the most natural thing to do in the entire world, as if you hadn't woken up this morning thinking it would be several more weeks before you met.
When he broke the kiss, his violet eyelights were burning with passion, something soft and sweet and entirely too perfect and yours.
"I...the release?" You managed, confusion and awe making your voice unsteady.
He grinned and pressed an envelope to your chest. "signed and dated, passed with flying colors. that's th'power of love, darlin'."
You would have to read it at some point, to see what all he had going on and see what the responsibilities on your end would be like...but for now, you couldn't think of anything except laughing, hugging him, kissing him, getting him settled.
And he followed you all the while, his eyelights trained on you in little tiny violet hearts, already so in love and so ready to take on the world for you.
For you. His star, his tree of life...his love.
((An adoptable for @talcom-hottspinner))