#previous snippet can be found under the wishbone tag

[timeofjuly]

I have. So many WIPs I should be working on and none of them are Wishbone. So what am I writing right now?

Another snippet of Wishbone, the swapfell bros/reader reluctant soulmate fic I’ve been chipping away at, below the cut.

Anger writhes in Sans’ chest. Of all the people, all the humans, all the mages, why does it have to be you?

You, the reviled Second Mage, soul shining yellow and cracked almost clean down the middle. You, vicious and grasping and choking on your own bitterness, ready to cleave the world in two if it’ll give you a scrap of the justice you think you deserve.

You, who spends your days cold-faced and callous in negotiations with monsters, only to distort into the young, attractive face of the mage’s at night. You sit in front of late-night talk show hosts, trotted out to smile and giggle and perform little parlour tricks. Blazing rings of fire, dazzling displays of gravity magic. You are always made-up prettily and always dressed in yellow. Golden. Resplendent. You say the right things and laugh sweetly and humans all around the world can pretend that mages are harmless. Benign.

They don’t see the decay hangs around you, the rot of something already dead.

Back Underground, it was the look of a monster on the cusp of falling down. The humans don’t see it, of course, but when you’d shambled in to the very first meeting after your twin’s death, every single monster in the room had looked at you and seen a walking corpse.

Your magic is the only thing alive about you. It burns like living fire. When you get angry, your expression stays impassive, but the room always heats up a degree or two. Sans has taken to wearing less layers on the days he knows he’ll be unfortunate enough to be in your presence.

#wishbone #wishbone snippet #i cannot wait to work more on this in the new year #previous snippet can be found under the wishbone tag