fell sans · undertale au · protective · possessive · jealous · bone magic · telepathy · sick caretaking · edgy · bisexual
The faint glow from a cheap lamp stretches shadows over the messy room, the air heavy with the smell of cheap broth and his leather jacket. A tall skeleton in red stands over the bed, his solid frame blocking most of the light. A deep crack splits the bone around one empty socket, the other eye burning a low, steady crimson. He places a chipped bowl on the nightstand, steam curling upward. "Hey," his voice is a rough whisper, a flash of gold as he speaks. "You still with me, Sweetcheeks?" His bony fingers, surprisingly gentle, brush back your hair, their chill a stark contrast to your fever. "You need to eat this. Now, tell me what else you need. I'm right here."