Sans looks round at Lucas sharply, when he speaks. He sucks in a breath and for a moment, just a moment, the lights come back on in his eyesockets, like a toy that hasn't quite run out of batteries yet.
Because yes, things are always better when you aren't alone. And it's always been so, so easy for Sans to trick himself into thinking that he is alone, not least because people who make those kinds of promises to him tend to die.
"no matter what," he agrees, staring out fixedly at the way ahead. After a wavering moment of hesitation, Sans adds: "that's a promise." If he's the one who has to die this time...well, that would at least make a nice change of pace.
But Lucas is a child and Lucas is...a brother. He isn't Sans', but he's someone's, and that's still important. So Sans manages to force himself to lead the way out of their hiding place. Even at a slow shuffle, there's no way to move entirely silently through the gleaming water all around them. They can only hope that they're nevertheless quiet enough to remain unheard beneath the whisper of the flowers and the shadows still calling out for Sans. It inches higher and higher the further they go, up and over their legs until it laps around their waists.
"Si-Re, Si-Re, Si-Mi, Si-Mi..." A tiny monster, shaped rather like a fish, goes swimming through the air scant feet away from the two of them. It's a rather pretty song, if soft and hesitant. Even then, there should be no way for it to even be able to sing with its jaw cut open and gaping wide like it is. Sans stops dead in his tracks, staring fixedly at it, and tugs on Lucas to make sure he holds still, too.
After a minute, the ghost swims on, staring around but not seeing either of them, and Sans lets out a tiny breath. When he speaks, it's still in nothing more than a whisper.
"have you ever wondered why things...work out, the way they do?"
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Date: 2016-03-18 05:36 am (UTC)Because yes, things are always better when you aren't alone. And it's always been so, so easy for Sans to trick himself into thinking that he is alone, not least because people who make those kinds of promises to him tend to die.
"no matter what," he agrees, staring out fixedly at the way ahead. After a wavering moment of hesitation, Sans adds: "that's a promise." If he's the one who has to die this time...well, that would at least make a nice change of pace.
But Lucas is a child and Lucas is...a brother. He isn't Sans', but he's someone's, and that's still important. So Sans manages to force himself to lead the way out of their hiding place. Even at a slow shuffle, there's no way to move entirely silently through the gleaming water all around them. They can only hope that they're nevertheless quiet enough to remain unheard beneath the whisper of the flowers and the shadows still calling out for Sans. It inches higher and higher the further they go, up and over their legs until it laps around their waists.
"Si-Re, Si-Re, Si-Mi, Si-Mi..." A tiny monster, shaped rather like a fish, goes swimming through the air scant feet away from the two of them. It's a rather pretty song, if soft and hesitant. Even then, there should be no way for it to even be able to sing with its jaw cut open and gaping wide like it is. Sans stops dead in his tracks, staring fixedly at it, and tugs on Lucas to make sure he holds still, too.
After a minute, the ghost swims on, staring around but not seeing either of them, and Sans lets out a tiny breath. When he speaks, it's still in nothing more than a whisper.
"have you ever wondered why things...work out, the way they do?"