G stared at the glass in his hand. It was infuriating.
It had been chance, his first meeting with Frisk. Several millennia ago, he had been chasing a wayward soul. Lost in the pursuit, he hadn't been watching where he was going...
And slammed into Frisk.
The two had fallen into conversation, and when he left, his SOUL had been thumping.
He had visited, again. By his fourth, she had fully been expecting him. Much to his embarrassment, he had wilted the pretty bouquet she held in her hand.
Frisk had simply laughed. Reaching on her tippy toes, she had kissed him.
Their courtship had been quiet, nobody knowing. Finally, one of them suggested marriage.
"G?"
He turned, nearly spilling his drink. Frisk peered up at him through her dark lashes. "Hey."
"I'm sorry about earlier." She whispered.
"I understand. I would be angry too."
She looked around. "How about we take this...elsewhere?" Frisk gripped his hand and led G out of the ballroom. He thought he caught a faint whiff of smoke, but shrugged it off.
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
FanfictionIt has been a year since demigod Frisk rescued her father from the Underworld. Now, a new quest has arisen, and this time with a question: What really happened on the day that G tried to steal her?
