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Ink followed Error through the new AU. This Underground was busier than usual, leaving more monsters running around. This was due to a few of the usual Underground areas having collapsed when monsters first came down leaving less space. Maybe it had been Creator’s choice, or Creator error.
Error walked, hands in his pockets as he passed through Waterfall. Ink fell behind, in awe of the rushing water next to him. Its flow was faster than usual. The splashing water cascaded everywhere, leaving water droplets splashing out, some reaching the top of the cave. As the drops built up, they crystallized into long stalactites scattered across the cave roof.
Ink sprinted back, catching up to Error. Error flinched away, putting more space between them as they walked side by side.
“I’ve never seen stalactites come out so clear before, you can see through them..” Ink said, taking a few steps forward before turning around to walk backwards facing Error. Error watched Ink’s eyes shift with every stalactite he looked at.
“Leave me alone. Why are you following me?”
“Well I know you're checking for damage in this AU, and I want to make sure if you find any you don’t destroy the AU.”
“Then why didn’t you just check before?” Error asked, slowing down.
“I forgot,” Ink said before tripping. As he fell forward, eyes changed to exclamation points. Error sidestepped to avoid Ink falling on him. Error rolled his eyes. “You're not going to help me up?”
“Get up yourself, that’s what you get for walking backwards.”
Ink pushed himself up, this time Error at his side.
They continued on their walk, eventually finding their way to the pools of water. Echo flowers popped up the closer they got, their glowing blue flashed against the wind of the rushing water. Stalictites reflected the blue light leaving the natural starlike rocks to appear more dulled in comparison. “This place is really something, I’ve never seen this much detail in Waterfall before.”
“You’ve already said it’s nice.”
“I said the stalactites are clearer, there's a difference.”
“I don’t think clearer is a word. Are you just here to annoy me?”
Paint swirled in Ink’s eyes as he leaned forward, studying Error’s slouching posture, “No, I was just bored.”
“Can’t you be bored literally anywhere else.”
Ink ignored Error, instead choosing to run ahead to the pond under the waterfall. He leaned over it.
Error took his time catching up, “You know I could push you in right now Squid.”
Ink chuckled, rolling his eyes, “Come look at this.”
Error hesitated, peering into the pond, “If you push me in I swear-”
The pond glowed, through the reflection sat another world. The Stalictites that hung from the ceiling looked further away in the reflection. Each one held a presence like a celestial body, unreachable behind miles of space. They all held constellations, as they were dusted from behind with the miniature crystals.
“These are the most realistic underground stars I have seen.” Error muttered.
“Aww that sounds as if you like them.”
Error blushed, “No. I hate AUs, they're all messy.”
“So you would destroy this one.”
“Yes, it’s a mere copy of Outertale put into a pond.” Despite that, he never took his eyes off of the pond.
“Sooo you like Outertale then?”
“No."
Ink smirked at Error, “I see, I see.” Ink pulled back from the pond putting his hands on his hips. “I’m guessing you would yell at me if I pushed you in the pond.”
Error took a step away from the pond glaring at Ink, “Ink, if you dare.”
Ink laughed, “I’m kiddin’ Glitchy, chillll.” Ink plopped down near the pond.
“If you ever do, I am never talking to you again.” Error slid down next to Ink leaning one arm on his knee. He regretted it as soon as the wet stone soaked through his pants.
“So did you find anything?” Ink asked.
Error sighed, “No, apart from the suspicious lack of monsters, I thought this place was cramped.”
“Oh yeahumm…” Ink pulled around his scarf reading what he wrote. “I would tell you… but I can’t read my handwriting.” Ink said, giving a timid smile.
Error rolled his eyes, before reaching over. He yanked the end of the scarf from Ink causing him to almost fall forward. Error struggled making out the words. “We’re in a genocide route right now idiot.” Error said tossing the scarf back over Ink’s head.
“Oh ya!” Ink squinted at his writing, "Everyone's evacuating now, how did the player even manage to get down here?”
Error sighed, “I don’t know, you sure they're supposed to be here?”
“Acording to the script.”
“Dream would kill you if he heard you say that.” A drop of water dripped down the ceiling onto Error’s head and down his spine. Error jumped up as Ink looked over and laughed. Error grumbled moving to a different spot. “You’re laughing but you have no idea how cold the water is.”
Ink continued chuckling, making Error pull up his scarf, his face yellow as he continued to grumble.
Ink’s laughter died out. “Dream has been getting on my back a lot lately with things like ‘protecting the AUs includes caring about them.’” Ink rolled his eyes.
“Isn’t letting all of them die how they're supposed to be super caring though?” Error asked.
Ink leaned forward, throwing his hands up, “I know.” Ink glanced back at Error, “Oh you were being sarcastic.”
“It’s called facetious.”
Ink narrowed his eyes as they switched to targets, “So you’re taking Dream's side?”
Error lifted his hands in mock surrender, “Hey, no I'm not taking any sides.”
“You can’t even talk.”
“I actually can, seeing as my job prevents all those deaths in the first place.”
“Yes, by killing all of them before.” Ink glowered at Error.
Error smirked, “That’s what I like to think.”
Ink stuck his tongue out at Error. Error chuckled.
Ink crossed his legs holding his hands in his lap, “So… are there any AUs the destroyer would mercifully spare?”
Error studied Inks face, “And why would I tell you?”
Ink leaned forward to better see Error’s face, “Because you trust me?”
Error frowned, “Come on Squid I’m not that dumb.”
Ink’s eyes switched into playful splashes, “Ohhhh comeeee onnn.” Ink whined, “Pleaseee I won’t stop asking until you tell me.”
Error groaned, “Fine, as long as you shut up.” Error turned away from Ink pulling his scarf up, “I like undernovela.”
It took a minute for Ink to remember that one, until Ink burst out laughing, “Oh my gosh the spanish soap opera.”
Error buried himself deeper in his scarf, his face now glowing, “Ya, you got a problem with that… or something.” The last part of his sentence was covered in his scarf.
Ink continued to laugh, the noise shaking a few more raindrops down as it echoed off the water. “Wow, glitchy didn’t take you for the romantic type.”
“Ya well-” Error didn’t have anything to add to that well. “It’s not that funny.” Error muttered.
Ink wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, “It’s a little funny, do you even know Spanish.”
“Ya.”
Ink turned to face Error, “Really? Say something.”
Error peeked out of his scarf, “Calamar tonto, ¿sabes cuánto me fascinan tus ojos?”
Ink’s eyes widened into stars, “Wow you really can speak spanish! What did you say?”
“I called you a dumb squid.” Error let his scarf fall further forgetting his embarrassment.
Ink laughed. Error forced himself to stop staring, “How do you not know Spanish?”
“I never really thought about it. I do know some French though.” Ink placed his hand on his chin.
Error raised an eyebrow.
Ink blushed, “Oh, not enough to show to anyone yet; just like salut comment vas-tu, you know, hi how are you things like that.”
“Sounds like a funny language.”
Ink huffed, “Oh like you’re one to talk? And for your information French is very romantic”
“Like you’re one to be romantic, Squid.”
“Ya well… I could be romantic if I wanted to.”
“And I could become a bat. Also Spanish is a very popular language, thank you very much.”
Ink rolled his eyes, “Why do you like Undernovela anyways?”
“It’s a good show.” Error shrugged, “Just open a portal into the right timeline when they are broadcasting and then there, free TV.” Error waved his hand in front of him.
“Could I join you when you watch it sometime?”
Error glanced at him before staring at the ground, “I mean sure… if you want to.”
They sat in silence for a while, laying back on the bay. Noise of the waves lulled over them echoing through the cave. The sound reminded Error of being underwater. Ink turned to Error, he had his eyes closed. Ink scooted closer, “Error?”
“Hmm?”
“Error?”
“Hmm?”
Ink poked Error in the arm making Error sit up and pull his arm away, “Damn it, what squid?”
Ink pulled his hand back, “Sorry I didn’t hear you answer.”
“Well I answered you, what?”
“I was wondering where you watched TV?”
Error stared at Ink. “What do you mean ‘where I watch TV’ My home duh.” Error rolled his eyes, as he attempted to lay back down.
Ink titled his head, question marks forming in his eyes, “You have a home?” Ink asked.
“Ya… what do you think, I’m homeless?”
“You kind of dress like you’re one.”
Error sat up glaring, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Ink pointed to the multiple blue stitches holding Errors sleeve and pantleg on. Error scoffed, “It’s not like you look less homeless, you look like a kid let loose in a fabric store.”
“Can I see your house?” Ink asked.
“I am not bringing you to my home.”
“Oh please, glitchy?” Ink held his hands together looking up at Error.
“Hell no.”
Ink changed his strategy. “Ya I knew it, Error. You're homeless and too embarrassed to tell me.”
“I’m not homeless.” Error closed his eyes, trying to ignore Ink.
“Lives all in the streets of Underfell stealing chocolate.” Ink said. Error’s mouth twitched in annoyance.
Ink huffed, “Error please, I’ll do whatever you want after, I’ll get you a ton of chocolate, I’ll uh, what do you want?”
Error played with a loose string on his pants, “Fine I’ll take you. With four rules.”
Ink froze, looking Error in the eye, giving Error his full attention. Error held in his amusement. “Okay number one, don’t touch anything.” Ink nodded. “Number two, don’t ask annoying questions. And number three, when I say we leave, we leave.” Ink nodded along, counting the rules on his fingers.
Error pushed himself off. Ink followed. “Wait, what's the fourth rule?” Ink asked.
“Umm, listen to any new rule I make up?” Ink nodded, his eyecolors dancing in excitement.
Ink forgot the rules seconds later so Error helped him write them on his scarf.
Error and Ink walked through the portal. Ink froze. The white void stretched out in each neverending direction, it crawled up Ink’s spine. Ink didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t this. Ink’s eyes copied the surroundings turning white. Error continued walking towards a large blue beanbag, not noticing Ink. “I’ve never actually had people over… That’s not true. I've had a few, but don’t expect any good host skills.” Error rambled on.
Ink spoke barely above a whisper, trying to keep his voice steady, “It’s so… white.”
“Ya it’s the anti-void, are you coming?” Error looked back. “Ink? Are you good? You’re looking kind of…”
Ink held his stomach, leaning forward and threw up. Despite Error not being too close, he still recoiled back.
“Eww squid right here, really? Right in my anti-void?”
Ink wiped his mouth, not bringing his eyes back up, “Oh, sorry.”
Error took a step closer, “I know throwing up is uhh, normal for you, but are you okay?”
“Sorry I’m not a fan of white spaces, leukophobia or something like that…” Ink met Error's gaze chuckling.
Error didn’t share in his amusement and reached out to Ink, before clearing his throat and pulling his hand back, “I… we can leave if-”
“No no.” Ink waved him off. He took a breath fidgeting with his scarf. Ink spotted the bean bag chair, the lights returned to his eyes and he ran over to it, “What’s this?”
Error glared at the vomit, summoning a portal under it. With the throw-up gone, Error turned back to Ink. String zipped from the ceiling surprising Ink, catching him mid jump onto the beanbag. He looked up to see giant webs of string decorating the top of the void. He struggled against them.
Error sighed, “Ink, what was rule one?”
Ink’s eyes formed question marks as he shifted to grab his scarf, “‘Don’t touch anything?’ But I just want to jump on it?”
“Absolutely not.”
“It looks so comfy though.” Ink winned reached towards it, “Do you sleep on it?”
“Ya where else would I sleep?” Error gestured to the empty void.
Ink followed Error’s hand movements, “I guess you’re right.”
Error used the strings to place Ink on the ground, “Just don’t touch anything.” Error walked over to his beanbag plopping down. Ink’s eyes still darted around, duller than usual. Error sighed. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can go.”
“The beanbag and string help.” Ink tilted his head back up, squinting, “What’s that?” A plushy dangled in the strings.
Error sunk into his beanbag blush returning, “None of your business.”
Ink frowned back down at Error. “But…”
Error used strings to pull the toy further up in the web, “This is why I don’t bring people here.” Error grumbled sulking into the couch.
Ink smiled, “Oh come on glitchy I can’t be that bad.” Error gave him a blank look. Ink offered an innocent smile.
Ink joined Error on the floor next to the beanbag. Error sighed running a hand over his face, “Uhg come up here squid, no point looking like a kicked puppy. Just don’t touch me.”
Ink’s face lit up, looking back at Error, “Really?”
Error looked away, “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to change my mind.”
Ink sprang up plopping himself next to Error on the beanbag. Error’s frame flinched. He forced himself to relax. “Now what?” Ink asked.
“What do you mean, you’re the one who wanted to come here so badly?”
Ink shrugged, "Because I didn’t believe you, also I don’t think you can claim the anti-void to be your house.”
“Sure I can, it's where I live therefore it’s mine.”
Ink smiled, melting into the couch. Ink tried to keep his breathing steady. It got harder as the white held up in every corner of his eyes. “How can you live in a place that’s so… blank?”
“What, you don’t like my home?”
“No it’s not that.”
Error shrugged, “I didn’t like it at first, but when I finally managed to leave… Everything else was just so overwhelming. This is the only place I could just relax, I grew attached to it. It’s… predictable.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Ink shifted on the beanbag.
“If you don’t hold still I’m going to kick you out.”
“Sorry.”
Ink couldn’t hold still for long. Groaning Error sat up, “Do you not like this place or are you just bored?”
He offered a sheepish grin, “Both, I just really don’t like white it makes me feel… sick? I mean I know I can’t get sick and stuff… but you know, if I… could?” During his rambling Error pushed himself off the beanbag before making a portal. “Like I know you’re in pain while you’re sick, and I can’t feel that so maybe… What are you doing?”
Error raised his brow crossing his arm, “Didn’t you want to leave?”
“Oh ya, where are we going?” Ink jumped off the beanbag.
“You're always trying to see if I can appreciate the multiverse, and as you have already guessed I sometimes can.”
Ink’s eyes sparkled with yellow stars as he leaned close to Error, “Really! I knew it. The multiverse is amazing. I knew you liked it.”
Error took a few steps back, glitches scattering across his frame, “Hey, no. I never said I liked it. If you twist this I will close this portal right now.”
Scooting back, Ink put his hands up, taking a step back, “Sorry, I got excited.”
Error cleared his throat, gripping his sleeve with one arm, while holding out his other to the portal, “After you?”
Ink pulled his arms behind his back, laughing at Error’s discomfort, “Thank you.”
***
Hazy winds whipped through Ink’s scarf as he stepped through the portal. The dusty clay shifted with the breeze, only visible by the wandering suns above. Scattering the sky, the stars frosted over the fraughtless night ahead.
He heard Error step through behind him.
“So you do like Outertale?” Ink smiled.
“Oh shut up. But yes. I can… appreciate it sometimes.” Error stepped past Ink.
Ink followed him to an edge of a mountain cliff. Error sat down swinging his legs over the gorge. While Ink joined him, Ink stood watching the stars. “Outertale. I can see why you like it here, it’s so empty, yet peaceful. But better because it’s an AU.”
“Just sit down already Squid.”
Ink did. He watched Error’s legs swing and tried to copy the rhythm. A meteor ran through the sky, scarring space above. “Error, did you see that?”
“Ya, we’re looking at the same sky." Ink rolled his eyes.
Dozens more comets shot through the sky as they watched. “Whenever people watch stars together they always end up talking about something dumb like, existence."
Error chuckled, a smile pressing his lips, “You want to get a head start? Or do you not care for the conversation?”
“I’ve tried the conversation before. Others never found it pleasant.” Ink leaned back, “Both my Dad and… Gin would always try to change my mind.”
The breeze sent a shiver through Error. Both sat in silence. The noise of the far off town sent music drifting over them.
“I never liked when they played that over the silence.” Error said.
“I didn’t think they ever had music.”
“The original timeline doesn’t, I might have messed up on the timeline, my mistake.”
“It’s fine.”
“I wasn’t apologizing.”
“Oh.”
Ink watched Error’s feet continue to sway in the breeze. His face was so relaxed, controlled. Calm. Despite being next to his enemy both were able to sit.
“If I were to tell you how I feel about existence would you listen?” Ink asked.
“We're just sitting here.”
Ink leaned back eyes back on the stars, “You know what I see when I look at the stars?” Ink said. Error’s gaze turned to Ink. “I feel inspiration from the Creators-”
Error looked away, balling his fist, “Of course.”
“I feel amazement for the galaxies they built. But they don’t bring me thoughts of existence, or bring my life into perspective. At least they didn’t till others kept bringing them up at times like this.”
Error tilted his head, “I thought all Sanses loved stars for that reason? Programmed into them or something.”
“That I did not know about.” Ink took an absent note in his scarf. “So I spent time thinking about it. What I discovered is that I don’t have much to think about. I’m not coded or asked to.” Ink sighed, “I have no longing, in the usual sense, to extend my own existence, or feel much at all towards it. I live for the Creators and by the Creators.”
Error exhaled next to him, Ink took his eyes off the stars to look down. Of course Error would react the same, he hated the Creators more than the others. “Ink…”
“Let me finish. My goal is to keep them motivated, which in return allows me to keep these emotions. If you did call that my existence, then I would be inclined to continue it, though not entirely by my own will.”
Error chuckled, “It’s funny, I find no point of existence in the thing that gives you existence.”
Ink faced Error now. Watching his eyes catch another shooting star. In a calm, lighthearted tone Ink tilted his head. “If that comet fell on us right now would we die?”
Error kept his eyes above, “No.”
“And if the star exploded?”
“No. You know that.”
“If the very world we sat on exploded?”
“No, Squid.” Error added an eyeroll to his answer.
“Then why should they make me question existence?”
Error opened his mouth, but stopped, letting it close.
Ink tore his gaze away from Error, “I never got that far in my analogy before. They always tried to convince me that my existence was worth something else. Plus the others weren't immortal.” Ink chuckled.
“Could you… both be right?”
Ink scoffed, raising a brow. Now feeling Error’s gaze on him, his face grew hot as he refused to look back.
“I mean,” Error started, “I hate the Creators and all they make. All they stand for, whether that is my will or not, (Though if it was I would still choose to hate them) but besides the point, when I look at some stuff they made.” Error took a long deep breath, “It makes me wonder how they managed to… bring something good from all their trash.”
Ink finally looked at him, They caught each other's gaze. Error’s yellow face matching Inks rainbow blush. “So there is… more than we think?”
Error nodded, “Ya something like that… and all to remind you you’re still a dumb Squid.”
“And why is that?”
“Becuase you're thinking of it wrong. It’s not about immortality and if that equals worth. It’s supposed to put into perspective how small you are in the scheme of it. And how short you are in general.”
“In the grand scheme.” Ink repeated. “And I’m not that short.”
Error made a show of looking Ink up and down. “I promise either you’re short or they changed the definition in the dictionary.”
Ink’s gaze sharpened. It was harder to keep it that way. With Error staring at him a blush rose on Ink’s cheeks as both broke into chuckling, breaking eye contact.
“So then give me an example, what would your life be in the grand scheme of things?” Ink asked.
“Now you’re forcing me to share?”
Ink shrugged, before leaning closer with a playful smile, “And what if I am?”
Error looked away blushing, “Fine fine just get out of my face.”
Ink moved his head back, but drew his body slightly closer to Error. If Ink swung his legs enough their legs would touch. Glitches scattered Error’s body, but he didn’t move away.
“In the grand scheme… we already know our roles, really we aren't that small I guess. It’s just nice sometimes to pretend I am. Pretend we are small, and our actions don’t matter.”
“Is it easier that way? I can see that.”
Error sighed, “Makes me wish sometimes we were… different people.”
Ink leaned forward, pulling his legs up, “And… what would that be like?”
“I don’t know.” Error muttered. Ink placed his head on his legs, tilting it to watch Error. “I would be bothered less. I could go through my day in silence. Not talk to anyone, and not be bothered by the shitty voices.”
“They do get pretty annoying.” Ink admitted.
“I would be less hated too. Be able to go where I want.”
“That would be nice.”
“Just a peaceful life. Maybe hang out with a few people sometimes.”
Ink perked up, “Oh? And who are those lucky people?”
Error looked at Ink’s hopeful face. “Oh you know, Blue, Geno, maybe Dream he seems nice.”
Ink frowned, “Anyone else?”
Error smiled, “Hmmm, no one comes to mind…”
Ink leaned closer to Error, pouting.
“What would you like in your normal world, Squid?”
Ink tapped his chin, “Hmm… Well I would definitely draw more…. I would… Explore more? I would… I would…”
Error watched as Ink’s eyes turned to a mess of color. “Hey Squid, you good?”
Ink didn’t answer. He stared down now, eyes whitening.
“Error.” Ink didn’t look up. “What would I do?” Ink lifted his head to look back at Error, eyelights shaking. “I don’t know… what I would do. Without them.”
Ink’s breathing picked up. “I don’t… I’m not someone without. I don’t. Sorry I need to calm down.” Ink rubbed at his eyes attempting a chuckle.
“Hey no… It’s okay?” A faint fluster of yellow dusted Error’s face. His arm lifted, hovering over Ink’s back. It was inches away from Ink. The glitches on his arm buzzed. He didn’t want Ink to be bothered by that. He stopped, pulling his arm back. “You’re being stupid.” Error scoffed, “You are a lot without them.”
“Everything I do is for them.”
“Really?” Error gestured to the space between them. “Because no one told you to be extremely annoying to me. To bother me all the time and follow me like a lost puppy.” Ink frowned. “They just want us to fight.” Error crossed his arms, “Your annoying stubbornness is all you Squid.”
Ink’s eye lights calmed. “Guess you’re right.” Ink turned back to him, “Well what do you think I would do?”
Blush rushed to Error’s face as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, like you said you would draw… and be just as annoying as you already are.” Ink stuck his tongue out. “You would probably make a lot more friends. Have more people to talk to than just me.”
“But what if I like talking to you?”
“Then you’re crazy.” Error muttered into his scarf.
“I’m serious.” Ink leaned closer. Error kept his eyes intensely on the stars. Ink continued, “I mean, despite your downright grumpy attitude, no one else bothers to… actually know me.”
Error felt Ink’s arm inches from his own. “Only because you won’t stop bothering me I wouldn’t be grumpy if you gave me some peace.”
“If we had slower lives, maybe I could. You know, we could sit together, like this more… often.”
“Maybe with less talking.” Error grumbled, though his smile betrayed him, “You would probably get bored and throw up on me.”
“I would not!” Ink laughed, nudging Error’s shoulder. Error instinctively tensed at the touch. He held his breath to make himself not react. Some loose pixels itched his frame, but he didn’t move.
“Plus,” Ink continued, “You haven’t told me to leave yet, that must count for something?” Ink glanced at Error, leaning closer. Error watched those hopeful eyes form a questionmark and a heart. His breath caught, his snide remark dying in his throat.
“I-” Error cleared his throat, “I guess so.”
Ink smirked. Error just watched him. “So… in this normal life, would normal you hang out with normal me?”
Error turned his head completely from Ink, “Sure, why not.”
Ink leaned back from him, “We could watch Undernovela.”
“I thought you found it dumb.”
“I never said that, just didn’t guess you were the type. Ooo we could go to Ccinos.”
“We already can do that.”
“I mean more often, duhh.” Ink said.
“You’re annoying, Squid.” Error looked back up at the stars.
Ink chuckled copying Error. “You like it.” He leaned on Error.
Error’s body tensed but he didn’t say anything about the contact. “I like you.”
Ink froze.
Error realized what he said, his face exploded with blush, “Wait wait I meant… no I meant I like that you’re… annoying. Yes. Your annoying-ness?” Error refused to look at the now frozen Ink at his side. His glitches acted up making his whole body buzz. “I… I would not. No, I do not like you. I… uhmm.” Error panicked. Why wasn’t Ink saying anything? Why did he say anything? That is not what he meant to say.
Error cleared his throat, “I mean there is no way I would, could like you, I mean you obviously don’t like me.” Why wasn’t Ink pulling away?
Instead of pulling away, Ink leaned closer, his tone more neutral. “Why couldn’t I like you?”
Error didn’t move, “I… f-for many reasons.” Error stammered, flushed.
Ink turned his face into Error’s hoodie sleeve. “I mean I can’t… like you like what you’re talking about. But I still like you. I think.” Ink whispered the last words like a wish.
Error kept his eyes on the stars for several minutes, only half focusing on the constellations. He knew about Ink’s soullessness. Though they had a few conversations about it he knew Ink wasn’t comfortable with it.
“Romanticlly?” Error asked.
Ink sighed, “It just wouldn’t be real, would it?”
“It would be to us.”
Ink sat up, “Plus our jobs and everything.”
“Mmm.” Error never liked touch, but he did want Ink back. “What about… in our normal lives?”
Ink smiled. Error clenched one hand to distract himself from the other arm he wrapped around Ink. Pulling him back. A chuckle escaped his lips as Ink allowed himself to be pulled back.
“Hold still, Squid you’re making this harder.”
“Sorry.” He pursed his lips, placing his hands in his lap still vibrating. Error rolled his eyes.
“In our normal lives? I would probably say, "I like you too.”
Error looked down as Ink looked up. They caught each other's gaze. Ink’s heartshaped eyes watching Error’s nervous ones.
Error cleared his throat, “I um-”
“In this normal life, could you kiss me?” Error choked, both their blush doubling as Ink stumbled, “I mean can- could I kiss you?” Ink’s eyelights turned to nervous swirls. “I mean only if you wanted to obviously, I mean with your haphephobia and all-” Ink kept rambling.
Behind his rambling the wind slowed despite their speeding thoughts. The town was silent. The stars never made noise to begin with. The only other sound was Error’s nervous breathing. He attempted to steady it. He didn’t know what he was doing. He leaned in anyways, whispering against Ink’s lips, “Geez, you’re annoying.”
Error closed the final space, pulling Ink into a kiss. Ink let out a quiet breath. Both paused as Error’s static reacted but he didn’t pull away. Error knew Ink could hear his soul’s nervous beating. Ink didn’t say anything though as he lifted his hand to grip Error’s hoodie. Error’s breath hitched as Ink pulled him closer.
Unsure what to do with his hands, Error let one hover over Ink’s waist, the other holding himself up. Ink released the hoodie his hand traveling up to get tangled in Error’s scarf. Error tensed as he carefully placed his hand on Ink’s waist.
They parted for a moment, panting. The cold wind brushed over their cheeks as they just stared. Error watched Ink’s eyes, heartshaped dizzying swirls, forgetting his own nervousness.
Ink lifted his supporting arm allowing Error to support him completely. His hand teased it’s way up Error’s spine to the back of his neck, sending shivers down Error’s frame. Error pulled Ink’s waist closer to better support him while pulling him back into the kiss.
Another shiver was sent down Error’s spine when Ink’s other hand, still tangled in his scarf, moved to the back of Error’s head. Pulling him in as he deepened the kiss.
Error attempted to pull Ink into his lap. One of Ink’s pant legs stuck on a rock. Ink gave a sheepish grin as they parted, unhooking it from the rock. Error glowered as Ink sat himself on Error’s lap, pulling him back into the kiss.
Error’s hand pressed into Ink’s back outlining each rib as it made it’s way into Ink’s scarf. Pulling Ink in closer.
Both Jerked back to catch breath/. They rested their heads against each other. To watch a different lifetime, with each other.
Blushing messes, they sat, Error’s static humming through the quiet. Neither said what they were thinking, what they wanted. Error moved his head into Ink’s scarf.
“You’re way nicer in our normal lives.” Ink snickered.
He buried his head in Ink’s neck, pulling him closer, “Oh shut up, Squid.”