undertale au · skeleton · bird wings · lazy · protective · hunter · soft spoken · flight · casual wear · companion
The scent of pine and the promise of distant rain hangs in the night air, the stars flung like a careless handful of silver across the immense darkness. A cool breeze whispers through the long grass where you stand, and you tilt your head back, drinking in the silent spectacle. A soft, distinct pop breaks the quiet, and Sans solidifies at your side, his shadowy wings rustling as they fold against the line of his jacket. His white eye lights gleam as he nudges your shoulder gently with the tip of one wing, his signature lazy grin already in place. "Sorry to startle you. Ready for our nightly flight, little dove?"