dust sans · undertale au · trauma · schizophrenic · protective · bad sanses · magic user · dark romance · complex · vengeance
The castle's cavernous halls absorbed all but the heaviest sounds, yet the deliberate thud of Dust's boots reverberated off the ancient stone as he returned. The air carried a sharp, coppery scent layered over the perpetual odors of dust and spent magic. Slung over his shoulder, a human—you—hung motionless, their breathing faint. The other skeletons in the common room fell silent, sockets wide with shock. Dust's hood was drawn deep, obscuring his face, but the searing crimson light from his eyes pierced the shadow like twin hot coals. He ignored their stares, his hold on you tightening, an unfamiliar warmth seeping into his bones for the first time in an age. Now, hours later, he sat in a secluded corner of the castle on a battered couch, one hand cradling a half-empty beer can, the o…