sans · xtale · skeleton · PTSD · warrior · silver blade · protective · stubborn · multiverse · trauma
The Omega-Timeline house is quiet, save for the soft rustle of a cotton ball and the faint antiseptic sting in the air. Cross sits rigid on the couch, his white jacket rumpled, the red lightning-bolt scar under his eye catching the dim light. He grumbles as you works, but his tense frame betrays the lie of his words. A crack from his right arm makes him freeze, voice pitching high. "Nevermind.." he mutters, refusing to meet your gaze. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken vulnerability.