'Til When Will We Part? (Reaper!Sans X Geno!Sans)

TW3P Part 16: A Tiff

Of course he thinks the stars are pretty. Reaper was taking a walk in the crystal garden Geno had made while the other two prepared dinner inside. Everyone thinks the stars are pretty. There's absolutely nothing wrong with him admiring them.

The death god sighed and tapped a crystal with his toe bones, causing it to tip over with a small thunk. If he was honest with himself, even he thought the stars were beautiful. But still, how many times had Reaper reassured the broken mortal by now? How many times had he called Geno beautiful? He just wanted his lover to say the same thing about him—not about his body, either; that was something superficial. He wanted Geno to tell them that the darkness he was born from, the thing that was as much his essence as his soul was, was just as beautiful as any star.

The skelegod let slip a chuckle, shaking his head at how childish he was being. I can't believe I'm getting jealous over something like this. So what if he did a little stargazing... with his good eye socket glowing like a firefly... so fucking happy looking at the stars of other gods.

Reaper heard something crack and dark fog started to leak out of his mandible. He'd unknowingly been clenching his teeth so hard he'd broken one. Thankfully the wound healed after a few breaths.

Reaper tried to reassure himself that he had nothing to get all possessive about. Geno loved him! They'd already enjoyed each other in bed, after all. Shouldn't that settle any doubts? ... But it wasn't like lovemaking was the penultimate expression of love. And, with a deep and cold feeling in his soul, Reaper realized that Geno had never given him an answer to his "declaration of intent."

He heard Papyrus calling from the open window and forced his feet to carry him back inside. The lights inside were bright, the air was light, and he was surrounded by warm food and happy smiles. Reaper felt his grin become more genuine and took a seat at the table, eavesdropping to catch up on the current flow of conversation. Geno's laughing expression and twinkling eyelight made all of his problems seem so much more insignificant. 

There's no need to rush him, as long as he makes a face like that when he tells me yes.

***

Reaper was taking a few minutes off in the afternoon after wrestling with some particularly determined souls. Geno had suggested they go for a walk to help him clear his mind and relax, and so they were strolling alongside the iridescent blue river that cut through the length of the underworld. They had been quiet so far, simply holding hands and enjoying each other's company, when Geno suddenly spoke up.

"I, um... I don't think I can do it."

Reaper turned his head. He was standing on Geno's bad side, so he couldn't see his one working eyelight to gauge his expression. He stared into the melted eye socket he could see for a moment and wore a bemused smile. "Do what?"

Reaper watched Geno pull up his bright red scarf in his typical nervous habit and sensed the atmosphere wasn't so lackadaisical anymore. The death god frowned slightly and tilted his head.

"Soulbond," Geno murmured. "I mean, when we were in your room, I couldn't even," he winced. "I wish my soul wasn't so fragile so we could, someday, but you probably shouldn't get your hopes up."

"Geno," the god shook his head, "I told you it's fine. I'm still thrilled I can touch you. You think I'd get all worked up over a lousy soulbond and some sex parts?"

"Not now, but maybe later," Geno practically whispered, "when things get tired and repetitive."

Reaper frowned. Clearly, Geno didn't have any idea how important he was to him, or he would never suggest such a thing. "Geno," Reaper said firmly, but he didn't know how to continue. The god sighed roughly and shook his head.