[St] Holding Hands*I abhor holding hands. It is a nuisance having my fingers tangled up, unable to flex and sweep my thoughts into speech. Bring forced to vocalize when my phalanges are meant for the job. If I stumble, my held hand drags another soul down or forces their arm to bear my burden.*~Trembling fingers curl tighter but their calcite partners remain limp. Her hand is warm, glove rusted with blood. He had held on, always held on…but…~~A cyan glow fading away, leaving only bone white.~*I abhor holding hands…because when you let go…the world goes dark…*
[St] GiftPain. Frisk huffed, a white puff of crystallized air escaping her lips. It did not seem to matter how she moved her leg, sharp jabs pierced her ankle. Toe-wiggling was confirmed, so a sprain or just a twist. Inconvenient. Wrinkling her small nose, the child tipped back her head at the slope she’d just tumbled down. Sulking, she stared at the path her back imprinted into the snow, chasing the jagged line back to the ledge over which she’d skated. The brightness of snow-capped everything sparkled within incensed blue eyes.Frustrated.Before Frisk attempted the ice puzzle, she had wasted many precious minutes pacing the snowy edge, studying the arrangement of bare patches. So certain was she of her solution that she dashed onto the ice, slid, and sprang off each square. The perturbed youth did not even realize her error until the icy landscape was no longer beneath her, just frigid air and a steep descent. Always falling. The tumble powdered her ch
[St] SmileA mirror cannot lie, not for anyone. She stands there, frustrated, certain she will not be convincing beyond this room. She sighs, inhales and tries again. Her lips curve at the ends, soft and subtle; she pauses, attempts parting her lips to reveal a few teeth. No. Keeping her calm, she offers a gentle laugh to an imagined remark.Your eyes give you away.She knew that, a fact most stark when tears glistened within her reflection and escaped down her replica’s cheeks. How would she convince those most loved of her happiness if her reflection kept appearing so sad?