There was no promise!! There was TRUST and it was met with BETRAYAL! I'M not the villain here!!
[But oh, Keats has to wriggle himself to face him and Mettaton is met with a smile brighter than any star. For all his earlier blustering and joking, and even earlier not-so-quiet threats to end this, Mettaton feels like he's melting. He's warm.
Maybe Keats isn't a prince. He's rude. He's nosy and self-centered, warm feelings guarded in razor-sharp ice. He's an Adonis in shaggy clothing. He's light-brown curls framing a strong, glowing face and piercing hazel eyes.
He's the sun. And every day Mettaton feels like Icarus.
He smiles as pulls the other into a shared warmth. Closes his eyes and leans in, rests forehead against forehead. Takes in the smell of ink and tea.
...then he pushes his boyfriend onto the bed, lifts up his shirt, and blows against his stomach.]
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[But oh, Keats has to wriggle himself to face him and Mettaton is met with a smile brighter than any star. For all his earlier blustering and joking, and even earlier not-so-quiet threats to end this, Mettaton feels like he's melting. He's warm.
Maybe Keats isn't a prince. He's rude. He's nosy and self-centered, warm feelings guarded in razor-sharp ice. He's an Adonis in shaggy clothing. He's light-brown curls framing a strong, glowing face and piercing hazel eyes.
He's the sun. And every day Mettaton feels like Icarus.
He smiles as pulls the other into a shared warmth. Closes his eyes and leans in, rests forehead against forehead. Takes in the smell of ink and tea.
...then he pushes his boyfriend onto the bed, lifts up his shirt, and blows against his stomach.]
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