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1. Sunset
Sitting at the edge of the cliff, you felt like the world was spread out before you. Your boyfriend, Sans, sat beside you on a checkered blanket, gazing up at the slowly darkening sky. He was in complete awe, lost to the beauty of the sky that he was kept from his entire life.
“It’s hard to believe sometimes, ya know?” Sans whispered softly. “That this is real. That you’re real.”
You smiled, leaning towards your skeleton to press a kiss to the crown of his skull.
“It’s hard for me to believe you’re real too.” You whispered. “You’re too perfect, too kind to be real sometimes.”
Sans grunted, but you could tell that he was embarrassed. He wasn’t used to such flattery. Smirking, you scooted closer to your skeleton and whispered softly to him.
“But you and I, we’re real.” You wrapped your arm around Sans. “That I’m sure of, as sure as the sun sets in the west.”
And with that, the two of you watched the sunset, wrapped up in your blanket and each other’s arms.
2. Gold
Sometimes, when the blinds to your bedroom window were left open, and the sun shone juuuust right, Sans bones appeared to glow gold.
It wasn’t surprising, to see Sans bones glowing, they often did. But only blue, sometimes teal when you were close enough for your soul to slightly distort the color of his magic. Seeing the sun’s rays shine down on your boyfriend and giving him an angelic golden glow made your heart pound in your chest.
He was beautiful.
Sans’ wasn’t the textbook, more like science diagram, example of ‘beautiful’, but he was to you. The shade and textures of his ivory bones; so strong that they could withstand battle and love making without a scratch. It made you wonder what was strong enough to knick his bones; he did have a few scars here and there.
But, Gods was he wonderful to look at.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sans said, his eye sockets still closed. How he was able to tell that you were looking at him was beyond you. Snorting, you raised your hand to run your fingers across his bare shoulder bone. He hummed, pressing back into the touch.
You smiled. He was better than gold.
3. Nature
You sat with Sans on your couch, cringing at the nature documentary he had chosen to watch for the night. Don’t get you wrong, you loved watching documentaries and learning something new, but this was just gruesome!
You cringed when the African lion pounced on the poor weak gazelle. The poor thing hadn’t stood a chance. The camera man appeared to zoom in on the blood and carnage of the hunt. Sans seemed content with the documentary, not even flinching when the lion began to rip open the gazelle.
“I think I’m going to go help Papyrus.” You said, feeling your stomach churn at the sight of blood. Why was the camera man still zooming in?! The poor thing was dead! Let it rest in peace.
Sans, who seemed to notice your inner turmoil, pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting go of your hand. When had he even grabbed ahold of it? You were so disgusted with the documentary that you hadn’t even noticed.
“C’mon, babe. It’s nature! It’s the circle of life!” Sans said, laughing when you refused to look at the television any longer.
Hissing, you tossed one of Sans’ spare socks that was littering the floor at his head. “Don’t you date use The Lion King against me!”
Sans watched you skidder away into the kitchen. Papyrus shrieked in happiness when you asked him if he needed any help preparing dinner. Sans felt that he should probably go offer his help as well.
Eh…Naaaaaahhhh.
After all, it was in his nature to be a lazybones.