(Child death tw; grief tw) Over the land there lies a long shadow

[lightofthestars]

In the court among the flowers, a small grave has been made. Next to it, upon a bed-sheet shroud, lies Frisk.

Tauriel and the Batman had worked to make Frisk ready for this funeral. She could not bear the thought of laying them to rest as she had found them, and so together, the two of them had cleaned Frisk's body and dressed them in new clothes. Tauriel had bathed their body in many tears as she had worked, for their wounds were grievous and had surely caused them great anguish. She had need, in the end, to find a cloth to wind around their neck, for nothing could cover the wound that had ended their life.

When the work had been carried out, Tauriel had called as many as she could find of the people of the castle to the garden. She cannot be the only one to say farewell to their dearly loved friend.

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[sansational]

His ribs ache at the words, at the calmness with which she says them, and Sans finds that he has to take a deep breath to steady his soul.

"yeah, they did."

But the grave is tidy and tended, as though it houses just another child, and not a murderer with the highest LV Sans had ever seen.

"you still cleaned 'em up pretty nice." He knows that Grune doesn't mean anything malicious by it. That almost makes it worse.

[lostinmyway]

"Thank you." It's what you're supposed to say when someone gives you a compliment.

She's quiet for a moment.

"Do you know their name?"

[sansational]

The question hits him like a shove in the chest. Sans stares straight ahead for a long moment, blinking rapidly...but really, there's no answer to give but the honest one.

He shakes his head once. "no."

What he says next seems an especially shameful thing to say, in Grune's bright presence, but Sans grits his teeth and forces himself to say it anyway:

"...gaster knew it. but, um, he...he never told me what it was. said we shouldn't say it." A demon that comes when people call its name.

[lostinmyway]

"Oh."

A nod, an absent one.

"All right."

Maybe someday she'll meet someone who knows--maybe Dr. Gaster will come back--and then she'll have a name to put on a stone.

[sansational]

They sit quietly for a little while longer. Despite the location and the circumstances that led to them both being there, it's not a bad sort of quiet.

Sans is still the one to break it, still staring at nothing very much. "...i envy you. all of this happening, and you're keeping your cool. heh. guess i shouldn't ask how that happened, huh? but, um...we're probably all gonna need a little more of that, from here."

[lostinmyway]

She nods. "I'm going to do my very best to take care of everyone. So it's all right if you need to be sad."

She looks to him for his response.