megalovania } arsiel and sans blitz
Jan 1, 2016 7:15:22 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Jan 1, 2016 7:15:22 GMT -5
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asriel.
Cold. Winter. Cold that seizes every inch of my body and I am left shaking, huddled upon a window sill barren of blankets or anything but a frost covered field just out of reach. And sometimes I press my palm against the glass and I close my eyes and I wonder what it would be like to feel the grass beneath my toes, even so barren and cold. Even so dry and dead and painted white. I want to feel the air upon cheeks, I want to feel my nose turn red with frostbite. I want to feel all the pain that comes with living.
My leg always aches when winter falls. I can never walk right on it, not without a limp but mornings like this it is stiff. It is like frost has coiled my blood and every step pushes icicles into my muscles and it is an unpleasant pain. The pain of being kept captive. There is no smell of the earth, no scent of pine upon the air. Nothing that makes the excruciating ache worth it.
I always imagine what it'd be like, to have a working body. Getting shot as a baby does a lot to fuck you up, surprisingly. My entire left side is slow, nerves pinched and tendons torn and I have never really known anything but this slow vessel. I wouldn't be able to run, even if I escaped. I wouldn't be anything but another cripple and maybe in his own way Asgore is trying to protect me from all that.
There's no way I could be a career like this. (I've never wanted to be one anyway.)
The walls are always filled with spiders, that damn hoarder's doing no doubt. She has an unhealthy obsession with the things and I don't really know why. Not that I get the reasoning of any of these madmen trapped in the underground but hers seems especially... odd. They have too many eyes and legs and fangs and-
I'm not scared of them, really. I'm not.
I settle my back upon bending wood and hold myself above the foundation with my good leg. (And I knock upon the wall with my right hand because the left can never seem to form a complete fist.)
"'S anyone there?"
Because it is too cold and too lonely to add venom to my bite tonight.