that other form... that's what you really are, isn't it...?
[...somehow, it's not the news that's shocking. If anything, it's just confirmation to something he was already piecing together: Keats isn't normal. He's too powerful. Him and Ellen meeting seemed like too much of a coincidence, his role with her, a stranger in a strange world, too significant. And then, when he changed into that being with white hair and piercing blue eyes...
It's not the confession itself that's surprising, that's twisting his heart in pain. It's the reaction. The emotions behind it.
Keats is selfish. He's emotionally withdrawn. He's sweet sometimes, but cruel the next. Mettaton's never seen him this devastated. He's never seen him cry.
The lights in the core dim, but it lets out another burst of static. It's okay. It's alright.]
hey... you're in good company, right?
i won't tell anyone i'm dating a faery if you don't tell anyone you're seeing a ghost.
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that other form... that's what you really are, isn't it...?
[...somehow, it's not the news that's shocking. If anything, it's just confirmation to something he was already piecing together: Keats isn't normal. He's too powerful. Him and Ellen meeting seemed like too much of a coincidence, his role with her, a stranger in a strange world, too significant. And then, when he changed into that being with white hair and piercing blue eyes...
It's not the confession itself that's surprising, that's twisting his heart in pain. It's the reaction. The emotions behind it.
Keats is selfish. He's emotionally withdrawn. He's sweet sometimes, but cruel the next. Mettaton's never seen him this devastated. He's never seen him cry.
The lights in the core dim, but it lets out another burst of static. It's okay. It's alright.]
hey... you're in good company, right?
i won't tell anyone i'm dating a faery if you don't tell anyone you're seeing a ghost.