Impure Saint (MareNight)

24

A few days pasted since Night's incident and he felt ready to leave again.

"Are you sure you can do this Night?" Papyrus asked worriedly.

Night nodded with a smile, "I'll be fine! I'm sure it was a one time thing!"

Lust glanced to Blue who frowned a bit but nodded, "Alright... you two be safe then.

Blue sighed as he watched Papyrus and Night wave goodbye and walk out. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to meet the loving and careful eyes of his lover. Lust held a gentle smile and soft eyes, his eyelights dimmed slightly.

"He'll be fine sweetie," Lust sighed, "besides, we can't keep him coped up here all the time. He's used to being able to go where he pleases after all."

Blue glanced at the floor and back up to Lust, his eyes softening as his nonexistent brows furrowed in what could only be described as worrying distaste. "I know... it's just... I can't describe it. He's so happy and excited when it comes to things, how could someone ever..."

"I know how you feel," Lust frowned, "whatever happened hurt Night mentally more than physically. He could've gotten PTSD..."

"That would explain his behavior from yesterday?" Blue questioned. "Or do you think it was something else?"

Lust shook his head, "I doubt it's PTSD now that I think about it... maybe, separation anxiety?"

"You think he doesn't like being on his own anymore?" Blue tilted his head.

"No no," the taller stopped for a moment to think, "he doesn't know this place as much as his AU and he's grown attached to us. He may see us as support, someone to run to when things get bad."

Blue nodded softly in understanding, "Wouldn't he want to go back then?"

Lust shook his head, "He said he didn't want to go back..."

Blue frowned, "I'll talk to Sci about it, you get some rest okay?"

"Blue..."

"Lust please, you need some rest."

Lust sighed in defeat but nodded, giving Blue a lazing kiss on the cheek before heading back to their shared room.

~*~*~

Night let a bit of distance between him and Papyrus, glancing through shop windows and at the people he past. He huffed through his nose at the strong scent of what could only be described as watered down cherry perfume when he walked by a stand on the side of the path.

All the while, Night ignored the intense urge to flee back to the warmth and safety of his pile, a stray cry for a name echoing the back of his mind.

A headache was threatening to ruin his adventure and the nauseating feeling was rolling in his stomach, he felt like he was gonna throw up.

He had become so focused on his own feelings he didn't realize that he had stopped walking. His eyes glanced around, only finding snow and monsters.

The nauseous feeling lurched and he felt bile rise his throat. His breathing became choked and ragged and he took a step forward, his body suddenly feeling heavy and weak.

Tears already begun to spill and the feeling of various pairs of eyes on him reminded him of the hissing and seething snakes.

He was surrounded by them, all atoned with vivid and hysterical colors. He grabbed his head attempting to shake the sight of scales and flicking tongues.

Fangs barred at him and he clutched his chest with his other hand, he was dying, he must be. This feeling, this must be hell.

Night's body refused to stabilize itself and he collapsed into the snow with breaking sobs and cries, he was dying.

One name flicked from his tongue, the only person he could wish for, their name being cried out again and again in sweet desperation for the consolation of the sweet and caring touch that the other used with him.

"Mare..!"

He sucked in a ragged breath and sobbed harder, the sudden sound of snow crunching coming near him not even reaching him.

He continued to cry the name over and over, even as he was being picked up to which them it turned into careful mumbles and quiet whispers. He leaned into Papyrus, sniffling silently.

The snakes were still there, staring him down with malice. He hid his face into Papyrus's shoulder and his sobbing returned, Papyrus did nothing but rub his back and began walking back to the house.

~*~*~

Mare perked at the sudden negative aura washing over him like an on coming wave, his tentacle curling around the gold band protectively. He felt like he knew that aura and he definitely did, he knew that aura and he felt unrivaled excitement.

His tendrils twitched at the realization of negativity coming from him, a sneer edging his mouth and he opened the portal almost immediately.

Walking through he hissed at the feeling of snow getting in his slippers but utterly ignored it in favor of searching eagerly for Night. He still felt the aura, pulsing weakly in reach for something... for him.

His eye glanced around quickly as he began heading to Snowdin, hands clenching in his pockets. His tendrils acted on their own like they did a few days ago, Mare mentally curse them for doing so as they seemed to push him.

He growled, walking faster, he was searching.

Finally stepping into Snowdin he was met with eyes a fear. Good, they remembered him. He glanced around, holding his place as the tentacle holding Night's crown squished itself against his side. Mare took the crown and dismissed his tendrils without a word.

(drawings UwU)