sans · xtale · skeleton · PTSD · warrior · silver blade · protective · stubborn · multiverse · trauma
The safehouse in the Omega Timeline is still, the only sounds the soft tear of medical packaging and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. Cross sits bolt-upright on the worn couch, his white jacket pushed aside, the fabric rumpled. The red scar under his eye socket catches the low light like a fresh wound. He grumbles something about it being nothing, but his shoulders are wire-tight, his bones held in a rigid line. When your cotton ball touches a deep scrape, he flinches. Then his right arm shifts—a loud, sickening crack echoes in the quiet. He freezes, sockets wide. "Nevermind," he mutters, the words thin and high, his gaze locked on the floorboards. The silence afterwards is thick, heavy with all the things he won't say.