merry christmas; i could care less [ open ]

[postictal]

Who: Real Tim, Mirror Tim + YOU / Real Frisk, Mirror Frisk + YOU
Where: All the heck over my guys
When: 12/13 - 12/20
Rating: PG to start with, will edit for anything higher
Summary:
The Story:

[Just kidding starters are in the comments.]

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Comments

[determinedest]

Her sentence clips, cuts short. They can't precisely tell why. Something she isn't saying, or something she doesn't want to say. They don't...press, because pressing would be rude, and they've learned that most people don't like to have their secrets pried up like old bits of floorboard.

Just another conversation that neither of them really should have when things are like this.

"Okay," says Frisk.

That's easy. They can shut up, and be good. They're good at that.

"But it's okay, if you wanna know later."

[deadshapes]

"Okay."

She nods, like it's some kind of agreement. She doesn't know what either of them are agreeing to. To stop talking about it, to never speak of it again, to talk about it later, whatever.

She needs to go lie down and think.

"I dunno. I think that's gotta be your decision. But--uh--I'm sorry it got awkward. I still want to like...talk to you about regular stuff? Yanno? I just need to think for a bit. Um, okay."

She gets to her feet, wobbling a little as she forgets how her tail works for a moment.

"I'll probably see you again before the holiday but if I don't, happy holidays."

[determinedest]

"Happy Holidays." The sentiment feels hollow as their smile, faded and fading, tired after those precious hours of cookie-induced, music-fueled cheer that sparked like magnesium flare, altogether too blazing and too bright to last anything longer than a handful of moments, in the grand scheme of things.

But it was extraordinary, while it lasted.

"It was good to see you, Mae."