Honesty
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Summary:
He’s panting hard, body burning with the remnants of a dream that’s too hazy to properly remember. Even now his body feels too hot, too heavy and his first thought is that it’s because he and Sans fell asleep bundled up together to stave off the cold.
Notes:
this doc is saved in my writing folder as "baby's first heat fic" hahaaaaaa
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Work Text:
Papyrus is sweltering.
He’s panting hard, just barely waking up, body burning with the remnants of a dream that’s too hazy to properly remember. He vaguely recalls figures in his mind, shadowy and nondescript. They had been almost incorporeal but had moved over him with a force that was solid and firm, pushing and tugging and lingeringover his body while he lay helpless at their mercy.
It was the sort of powerlessness that would frighten him normally but, tonight, the images make him burn in a way that’s entirely unfamiliar.
Even now his body feels too hot, too heavy and his first thought is that it’s because he and Sans fell asleep bundled up together to stave off the cold. Waterfall isn’t exactly the most frigid place—nothing, his brother had warned, like the town that they’re heading to—but there’s still enough chill to incapacitate monsters as malnourished as them without the proper precautions. The easiest and most effective way to fight off the brisk nights was simply sharing space with each other while they slept.
A quick glance to his side however, reminds him that that is not the case.
His brother is lying at a distance from him, arms splayed out above his head as he sleeps.
He’d had another fight with Sans yesterday. Shouting and hissing at each other even when they were supposed to be trying to lay low for fear of hidden assailants waiting to for a chance to pounce. They seemed to be arguing more and more lately and Papyrus felt anger simmer in his soul at just at the thought.
If only Sans would just listen to him.
It had been yet another case of Sans babying him, treating him like he was still some sort of child to be protected. Never mind the fact that Papyrus is hardly all that younger than him. Never mind that he’s more than capable of handling things himself after having years of practice being on the run together.
Never mind that, with every day that passes, the more exhausted Sans seems to get.
Papyrus hates seeing him like that; tired and weary, looking for all the world like he hasn’t slept a day in his life. He wants to help. Wants to share the burden so that his brother won’t have to struggle so much.
But Sans just never seems to understand.
In the aftermath of yesterday’s dissension, Sans had laid out the meager bedding they owned side-by-side, like he did every night. But, this time, Papyrus had refused to get anywhere near him. Instead, he pointedly lay a few feet off from his brother on the bare stone floor of their tiny, sequestered cave.
He must have dozed off sometime later. Whenever he had, it was probably earlier than Sans if the warm jacket now covering his frame had anything to say about it. His brother must have laid it over him while he slept.
