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problems-exe · 2 months ago

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The Poem

The story of how Prim and Lu got together in the printerjamau

Wrote this a bit ago and decided it was about time I posted it. This is incredibly long, so I apologize for that, but for those interested in their story, I think it's worth the read.

Begins after the cut :]

The sound of the wind breezing through the desolate building rooftop does nothing to drown out the rapid beating of their soul.

Prim finds themselves sitting, not alone, but with a close friend. Listening to her ramble about the latest au she visited and the small bakery from which she had bought treats. The bag sitting at her side was long emptied, its contents having been eaten hours ago. Prim has found themselves a lot less alone lately.

Despite their best efforts, it's hard for them to focus on Lu’s rambles, distracted by the intense feeling of something in the air. Something about today felt distantly off. It wasn't unusual for the two to meet like this, a gift cradled in one of the skeleton's hands. But Lu had seemed so.. anxious when she asked them to meet. It was odd. She had seemed… flustered? Almost? But that wouldn't make any sense-

“Prim?” Lu pulled them out of their daze with the utterance of their name, a concerned and nervous expression on her face.

“Sorry, that wasn't that interesting, was it? I got a bit carried away…” She states, averting Prim's eyelights as a deep blush settles on her face, accentuated by the deep orangish-pinkish hues of the sun setting before them.

‘She looks so beautiful like this,’ Prim shoves that thought as soon as it crosses their mind, nervous glitches appearing up their body as they force themselves to refocus on the conversation again.

“Nah. Long day. Just zoned out.” Prim replies after a pause. A lie. And they know it's one. Their day had been fine, a typical day as any. They're always honest with her; why are they being like this now?

“Oh,” She sounded surprised, as if she had been expecting Prim to call her boring.

“I'm sorry, do you want to talk about it? I've been rambling on for a while…” She continues, looking back at Prim with a crooked smile. The usual squint of her eye sockets not present. Something was wrong. She'd been acting noticeably off all evening; they should have picked up on the pieces sooner. Prim was the worst person for something like this.

“Are- are you feeling alright? You seem.. upset.” Prim slowly gets out, thinking through the words before settling on them. Lu looks a bit startled at the question.

“I'm, um, yeah! Yeah, I'm alright, just-” She fumbles with her words for a moment, blush on her face darkening, and Prim's expression turns into a concerned frown.

“I wrote you something.” She continues, digging around in her bag for a split second before retrieving a clean, white envelope. Clasped shut with a cat sticker, the words “For Prim” written in cursive on the back. She bashfully presents the letter to Prim, and they momentarily gawk at it, carefully taking it from her hand. Careful to not get ink on it.

“You mentioned wanting to read one of my poems sometime, so..” *She adverts her gaze, voice trailing off at the end as Prim looks over the parchment presented to them. Their soul pounds in their chest, and they scramble to find balance in its weight. They stare at the small envelope, feeling deeply touched by the gesture. They reach to carefully remove the cat sticker before Lu's hands stop them.

“Don't, um, don't read it here. Read it when you get home. It'd feel embarrassing to watch you read it in front of me.” She states, with a nervous laugh, gently pulling her hands away. Prim nods carefully after a moment, slowly and delicately moving to place the parchment in their bag, careful not to bend it.

“I better get going now,” Lu interjects after watching Prim's bag close. They look up at her, surprised.

“Already?” They respond, concern still evident in their face.

“Yeah, I've got a long day tomorrow. I'll see you in a few days?” She responds, sounding hopeful, pleading almost.

“Obviously,” Prim responds immediately, worry still swirling in their chest.

“Right. Of course.” She states, as if reassuring herself.

“I'll see you then.” She continues, a tight smile on her face. She gives a wave of goodbye before disappearing into a portal, leaving Prim sitting alone. Surprised by the abruptness of it all.

They clutch at the strap to their bag, the featherlight weight of the envelope feeling heavy at their side. They're worried about what they'll find written in there. It's hard to fathom Lu acting so.. afraid over one of her poems. She'd sounded excited at the idea of sharing some with them when Prim had brought it up. Maybe she got cold feet? Even then…

Well, no point in speculating. They'll find out when they get home.

Prim sits for a moment longer, taking in the sunset one last time, attempting to calm their racing thoughts. After feeling more composed, they reluctantly rise to their feet, a tinge of anxiety gnawing at their chest.

Navigating through the usual motions of leaving a get-together like this, they slide one of their feet along the asphalt, leaving a trail of ink behind. They place their foot back next to the other, standing in place as the ink pools around them.

They begin to sink into the puddle, dragged into darkness for a split second before emerging in the cozy living room of their apartment, ink swiftly vanishing beneath them.

Taking a cautious step toward the nearby couch, they gingerly take a seat, pausing to take a deep breath. They turn their attention to the coffee table before them, using their hand to slide a few objects to the side, making room for the letter nestled in their bag.

Pausing once more to collect themselves, they carefully unfasten their bag, delicately reaching inside to withdraw the envelope. They stare at it pensively, toying with the small sticker that sealed it, a tiny yet almost taunting obstacle. They smooth the envelope with a thumb, using one hand to slowly and meticulously peel off the sticker, careful not to rip the parchment

They feel lost in their own little world, with nothing but themselves and the letter existing within the tranquil room. Unfurling the page from the envelope, they place the latter on the couch alongside them before setting the sheet down on the cleared space of the coffee table.

Their eyelights graze over the page, reading its contents carefully. It reads,

Prim,

I've written this poem for you to convey the words I've struggled to say aloud. I’m sorry for not finding the courage to tell you in person. As an artist yourself, I'm sure you understand that sometimes it's easier to express our emotions through our work.

I understand if my feelings aren't mutual; I know this must have come as a shock to you.

I just hope this doesn't change anything between us.

Yours Always,

Below this, begins the poem,

On a canvas brimming with vibrant dreams,

Where colors mix and blend with gentle grace,

I've etched our story, yours and mine,

In shades, that time will embrace.

Your smile, a brush of vibrant hue,

Turns every moment into radiant light,

And in your eyes, I find the clues,

To ignite my soul with a beautiful sight.

Each day with you, a masterstroke,

A blend of joy and true elation,

Your laughter dispels the shadows,

Bestowing me a profound sensation.

From twilight’s glow to dawn’s first rays,

My love’s a spectrum rich and rare,

In every shade, in every phase,

You're a masterpiece beyond compare.

With every brush and every stroke,

I craft a world where we could be,

A place where dreams and hearts intertwine,

A canvas created for you and me.

So I ask now, with hopeful heart,

To step inside this vivid scene,

To share a life, to play a part,

Will you be my love, my dream?

Prim sits in stunned silence, reading and rereading the words, page blurring as they attempt to process what they've just read. Lu likes them. Actually likes them. It's hard to comprehend. Why would Lu choose someone like them when she could have anyone she wanted? Lu's affection felt like a dream, too surreal to grasp.

The confession weighs heavily on Prim's chest, butterflies fluttering in their stomach. They're at a loss for words, mind racing with questions and uncertainty, but also a strong feeling of excitement that they can't push down. Their face turns a deep shade of cyan, magenta, and yellow as the realization sinks in. Lu likes them, and they like her. The words of the poem echo in their mind, evoking a soft smile. Despite being alone they start to feel embarrassed by their reaction, prompting them to pull their scarf up to cover their blushing cheeks as they read through the page once again.

A panic settles in as Prim suddenly realizes that they need to respond to Lu's confession. What do they say to her? Nothing they could say would come even close to matching what she had written for them. They never had been the best at expressing their emotions. But… Lu needed that right now. She deserved a proper response from Prim.

No wonder she had been so nervous earlier, she had poured her heart out to the inky skeleton. She's probably feeling as anxious as Prim does right now, waiting for their response.

Well, better not keep her waiting any longer.

They cast a final gaze at the poem before rising to their feet, letting their scarf fall from their face. They secure their bag firmly over their shoulder, one of their hands clasped around its strap. With unwavering determination, they proceed, ignoring their nerves.

They begin the familiar routine of creating a portal, their foot swiping across the ground with a trail of ink following in its wake. The ink gathers at their feet, pulling them into the encompassing darkness.

Upon emerging, they find themselves standing outside The Star Sanses’ base, as well as Lu's home. The Omega Timeline bathes everything in the glow of starlight, casting the surrounding area in a celestial glow. After countless visits, the building's layout is etched into their memory, allowing them to easily locate Lu's room from the outside, even in the darkness.

After a brief walk, they arrive at Lu's window, gazing up to get a glance at it. They can see her curtains partially drawn, revealing a few of her plants resting on the windowsill. Their nerves intensify as they turn their attention to the tall tree adjacent to her window. Taking a deep nervous breath, they begin the familiar climb. Despite having done this many times before, the weight of the moment makes their movements feel awkward and slow, taking longer than usual to ascend the tree.

Eventually, they settle on a sturdy branch, close enough to reach Lu's window. They pause for a moment, trying to calm their anxiety before tentatively tapping on the window and leaning back, waiting for Lu to open it.

Moments later, they catch a glimpse of Lu's face peeking through the curtains, her eyelights meeting theirs. Despite the dim lighting, her deep blush is unmistakable. With a soft click, the window unlocks and slides open, revealing Lu's head as she peeks through to see them clearly.

“What are you doing out here?” She asks, her voice filled with unease, a nervous expression on her face.

“Me too,” Prim responds quickly, their cheeks darkening as the words leave their mouth, realizing that their statement didn't quite make sense.

“...What?” Lu asks after a pause, her head tilted slightly in confusion, a slight laugh heard in her tone.

"I mean— I read the poem. Me too. I, um, I feel the same,” Prim stammers, avoiding Lu's gaze, turning their face away and tugging their scarf over their cheeks once more.

“Oh,” She breathes, surprise evident in her voice. There's another moment of silence, broken only by the chirping of the crickets and the rustle of the wind.

The air feels tight as the silence sits between them, Prim's soul pounding anxiously in their chest. They're starting to wonder if it was a bad idea coming here. What if they misunderstood the situation? What if they just messed everything up?

Gently, Lu's hand takes hold of Prim's arm, snapping them out of their thoughts; they timidly look up, finding Lu's gentle smile waiting for them. Prim feels the blush on their face deepen and forces themselves to not look away. It's hard to gauge her expression as Prim searches her face, but she doesn't appear to be upset. Lu tugs on their arm, and Prim understands the unspoken message. With Lu's help, they slowly make their way through the window and into her bedroom, landing softly on her carpet.

The silence doesn't last much longer once Prim is inside. Lu's expression is soft and adoring as she delicately takes Prim's hands, their eyelights meeting in a moment of quiet connection.

“...Really?” She asks, her voice gentle and hopeful. The look on her face leaves Prim feeling flustered, wondering how they had gotten so lucky. Prim nods, struggling to find the words, their throat tightening. Lu's smile widens.

“I want to hear you say it out loud, though,” Lu playfully pouts, her affectionate expression coaxing the words out of Prim. They feel like they'd do anything, as long as she continued to look at them like that.

“Yeah. Yeah, I, uhm…I like you. I have for a while now,” Prim responds, their voice slightly shaky. Lu's smile grows impossibly wider, her eyelights fuzzy at the edges, glistening with tears of joy.

“Will you be my partner, Prim?” Lu asks, her voice filled with hope and excitement.

“I'd like that,” Prim replies easily, their face flushed, gazing back at Lu with the same adoration.

“Cool,” She responds with a wet giggle, using one hand to wipe happy tears from her eye sockets.

“Cool,” Prim repeats, with a similarly elated expression. They gently replace Lu's hand with theirs, wiping the tears from her face. The two of them stay like that for a moment, silent, until Lu speaks again.

“May I..?” She asks, face flushed, eyelights flicking down to their mouth. Prim nods, and Lu leans in.

Yeah, coming here had been the right decision after all.

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aka-indulgence · 2 years ago

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Moonlight Submission

Submitted by @truckfreaks!! A ficlet for moonlight aaaah!!!! I love the portrayal of both Sunlight and Sans in here!!! Give it a read its lovely (♥ω♥ ) Love your writing style!!

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i mentioned the other day i had a lil ficlet of an idea, thanks again for being open for submissions :D

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“…Waning?”

You racked your brain for a moment, wondering where you’d heard the word. It sounded familiar enough. Suddenly, a memory plays in your head…

That’s right. It was during a phase where you had been particularly enamored with Greece. So many curious human minds fighting to make sense of the world around them, and stars, how close they’d gotten! As often as you could, you’d trickle into the sophists’ studies with the early morning, quietly listening from the floor until Sun called you home. Being a daughter of the cosmos, you always delighted in entertaining their theories about gods, the stars, the planets -

The planets. Ah. That’s why it sounded familiar.

“yes, starlight. waning,” spoke a decidedly exhausted voice from the shadows behind the bars in front of you. You knew that voice by now, but you’d never heard him sound quite this… defeated.

How many times had you made this trip now? Although the God of the Moon terrified you in ways you didn’t understand, he intrigued you in ways you understood even less. Here he was, an ancient, powerful, downright dangerous force of nature, and yet… despite his obvious strength, his restraints rendered him inert. You think you might pity him more than anything, the way his magic crackles and trills in the air around you at the sight of a damned bun cake.

Clearly, you thought, he was suffering in here. And with ample reason. But this - this waning, it was different.

“I remember,” you begin cautiously, “hearing the old astronomy teachers of Earth discussing your phases.”

A humorless laugh huffed from behind the bars, punctuated by the tinkling of shackles. “i know i’m not exactly a welcome topic of conversation amongst your family, but have they really gone so far as to scrub me entirely from your education? you had to hear about this from earth?”

It was true, you had to admit. Sun had all but forbade the topic outright, only mentioning that once there was a Moon God, and he is no longer welcome in their halls. Everything else was whispered rumors swapped amongst sisters like scandalous gossip, ghost stories, telephone secrets… and after all, isn’t that why you came here in the first place?

Besides, something was just different about him today. All of the bite and none of the teeth … not like the other times. You felt brave.

“I thought you were supposed to be convincing me that you’ve come around on this whole ‘hating the earth’ thing,” you drawled. “Or do you just welcome me back here because you like their cakes?”

From the shadow, a single skeletal digit, then two, then an entire hand, reached through the barrier to wrap gently around a pole of steel. You had barely been able to see him this entire time - he seemed content to accept your refusal to feed him this time, settling for rolling the small buns to him through the partition. But now, in this prison that seemed impossibly dark, yet darker than you’d ever seen it before, he pulled himself into view…

…And he looked awful.

Somehow paler, somehow more gaunt, somehow less imposing. The Moon God before you was not the one you’d first met so many revolutions ago. This one felt like a caricature. A joke. Even the crescent of a smile that played on his face, always on his face, felt forced. There was none of the sick, manic joy you’d seen when he tried to pull at you, when he licked you, all of the times he went out of his way to make you so damn uncomfortable.

When he spoke, it was like the rustle of dead leaves.

“neither. but you knew that.”

He leaned weakly against the wall, lit just well enough to accentuate the deep lines and grooves across his bony features. Why did it fill you with so much hurt to hear him like this? Before you could stop yourself, you felt your brow furrow, your feet moving forward, one step, then two, then he was aglow with the light of you and so much more … relaxed? Or maybe it was relief.

“Sans-“

“please,” he said, wincing at the name. “don’t do this now.”

“Do … what?” you asked. But you knew what he meant, didn’t you? Normally, at this range, you’d have instinctively reeled backward at his advance, imprisoned or not - a reactive behavior he loved to use to toy with you. This time, he was the one who recoiled.

All bite. No teeth.

You tried again. “… Is it like being sick? I mean, it’s a cycle, right? So you’ll be okay in a few days,” you offered.

“sick?” he spat back, recovering his normal demeanor quickly. The echo of his dragging chains filled the room as he brought himself up to his full height, face to the bars, hands clutching at the cool metal with a controlled grip. “there’s nothing wrong with me. see me, child. do i not look as i always have?”

His eyelights flared white hot, then faded, like he had focused on something far away.

“do i no longer terrify you?”

You stared back at him, baffled. “You never…” you began, but caught yourself. Don’t lie. You were afraid. But you wanted to understand.

“never?” he asked quietly, face softening when his eyelights sharpen enough to meet yours. They jump and flicker and trace your body until -

“i welcome you back here for no reason but your company, lux. i need no food. i need no shelter. i need no enrichment.”

His voice dropped to a whisper. “i need no forgiveness.”

He drew down so his face was level with yours, so small compared to the sheer size, the impossible geometry of him, and studied you reverently. It was the first time he’d looked at you with something other than some kind of hunger. You stared back, unblinking, while you raised one small hand against your better judgement.

He breathed imperceptibly when your fingers hovered over his, and you jumped when you felt the slightest tracing of bone against your palm. Your eyes dart to your hand, like this is the same damn thing all over again, like you made the same stupid mistake, but … nothing happened. He didn’t move. And despite every atom in your being screaming not to, you placed your hand on his.

“you’re so warm,” he said with an air of surprise and a rare, genuine smile. “that’s what makes you so different, you know. i see it now.”

He places another hand over yours, now clasped between his, and sinks down to the ground completely. You slowly sat yourself in front of him, still staring, still marveling at your own bravery - or foolishness.

“the new moon is cold. dark.” One digit traces softly at your wrist. “nothing at all like you.”

The light reflected in his face flared as you realized with heady embarrassment that you were positively flushed. The God of the Moon, this creature of rumor and disgrace and death, simply chuckled and grinned, reveling in the heat like a cat.

That was enough to bring you out your ridiculous reverie. “You seem fine to me,” you snap, taking your hand away and sitting back a little farther. Stars, you could still feel yourself burning.

His hands drew back to his sides as his massive form faded back into the dark. “you know, little one, i feel better already.”

Good, you think, gathering your things. I’ve had enough of being made a fool of for one day.

“but,” he added, his grin catching the flicker of your light, “i would really like it if you stayed just a bit longer. who knows what those fools on earth were teaching you. why not hear it from me?” Your eyes narrowed at him in stern disbelief.

“i’m serious. please,” he said a little too quickly. “stay.”

You weighed your options, until…

“… One lesson.”

You set your things back on the ground. Sighing, you lean forward until you’re laying on your stomach, your head in your hands. Just like you used to stretch across the floor of those old Grecian homes, listening to the sophists. His face lit up as you drew closer, his pitch sockets softened in the glow.

“i suppose i’d better make it a good one.”

#submission #ahhhh a fic submission!!!!#my beloved!!!#*hughs this*#i love the nickname lux #almost sounds like lov…#theyre so soft TAT #ALSO THERES SOME BANGER LINES IN THIS #the characterization is spot on lemme say #im eating this so much #moonlight #fanart #i want people to see this >:0 #bc it deserves to be read!#also thank you so much auhjgjd #what a delight #i ramble bc i love it auhehe

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