Sanders Sides One-shots

Language (OTP - Analogical)

Ship: Analogical

TW: Swearing

I know I said this fucked up and I said I'd leave it till morning but I can't sleep and it's disturbing me so much that I feel like if I don't resolve this now I won't be able to sleep at all tonight.

This has several lines in different languages, so all translations, I will comment.

I Google translated a few of these, so if I fucked them up, tell me. I'll try to fix them.

Also, if you get here before I managed to comment the translations cause you're fucking fast, just refresh and the translation should eventually show up.

Note is at the bottom.

As inane and cliché as it was, there was something pleasant in the way they understood each other.

Of course, in an emotional sense.

They'd learnt to acquaint themselves with the subtle gestures in which the other subconsciously performed, and it most certainly had taken a while to adapt and respond to them, but they were among the most observant Traits; it was hardly a task that was too tolling.

And with time, they'd grown fond of such things. They'd found it endearing, the ways in with their significant other expressed emotions they didn't care to in a visible manner.

Virgil didn't understand how he found the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk to be so endearing, but he did. Unbeknowst to him, his eyes would latch onto the crooked lips, unable to describe it as anything short of the epitome of adorable. Only when the smirk was amplified, and directed at him, upon being caught staring would he turn away, the lightest brush of a blush dusting his cheeks.

Logan didn't understand how he found sweater paws to be so endearing, but he did. His gaze would magnetically be drawn the sight of an embarrassed Virgil hiding his smile behind the purple fabric cuffed ends of his sleeves. Without realising, his hands would gravitate towards the pale, supple fingers and readjust to sweater out of the way in order to lace their fingers together.

They'd learnt to adapt to each other's quirks; to appreciate the silence. They'd learnt to speak without words; to allow 'actions speak louder than words' to be a fulfilled proverb.

However.

When they did speak, they understood each other.

Not because they could unveil the hidden meanings behind the poetic and dressed up words that one of them would declare, though they certainly were able to do so.

But because they were multilingual.

After all, there was only so much you could say in a single language, wasn't there?

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"--and so, I was like 'GAYYYYYYYY' and he was like 'we're both gay, Virgil' and so I just threw the Could Be Gayer shirt at him and ran away screaming 'gay'."

"Is that the reason as to why I found you chanting 'gay' outside his door when I came home?"

"...you saw that?"