[The confidence in his voice belies the slight nervousness on his face. But Sans is holding his hand and squeezing it and he gives a squeeze back in return.]
If you want me to, I will.
[He's feeling so much right now, so much love and affection and hope and care... if there is one thing he can give Wonderland, he can at least say that it helped lead to such an important relationship in his life. He never thought he would be here, but as he holds out his soul to Sans, he thinks that honestly? There's no other place he'd rather be.]
I do, Sans. I do.
[When his soul finally comes out, such a small and fragile thing, Mettaton sits up, straddling the skeleton as he presents his own soul to Sans. He lets it gently float from his hand to float delicately before him. With both of his hands free, Mettaton reaches forward and gently cups Sans's soul into his palm.]
Such a sweet thing. So fragile but so beautiful.
[He's mostly thinking aloud as he lets it float in his hand, not quite touching it yet. He can feel the magic from his pulsing, sending out those threads of magic, a beautiful humming tone ringing in his ears as it prepares itself to link to the other soul in the room.]
Sans... I love you.
[He then leans forward, slowly, carefully, and places a delicate kiss to Sans's soul, letting a spark of his magic jump from his lips directly into the mass of magic in his hands. It's not quite soul resonance, not yet, but physically feeling the magic of his lover against his lips and now in his hands as he gently caresses it makes Mettaton's soul flare brightly.]
CHOO CHOO
[The confidence in his voice belies the slight nervousness on his face. But Sans is holding his hand and squeezing it and he gives a squeeze back in return.]
If you want me to, I will.
[He's feeling so much right now, so much love and affection and hope and care... if there is one thing he can give Wonderland, he can at least say that it helped lead to such an important relationship in his life. He never thought he would be here, but as he holds out his soul to Sans, he thinks that honestly? There's no other place he'd rather be.]
I do, Sans. I do.
[When his soul finally comes out, such a small and fragile thing, Mettaton sits up, straddling the skeleton as he presents his own soul to Sans. He lets it gently float from his hand to float delicately before him. With both of his hands free, Mettaton reaches forward and gently cups Sans's soul into his palm.]
Such a sweet thing. So fragile but so beautiful.
[He's mostly thinking aloud as he lets it float in his hand, not quite touching it yet. He can feel the magic from his pulsing, sending out those threads of magic, a beautiful humming tone ringing in his ears as it prepares itself to link to the other soul in the room.]
Sans... I love you.
[He then leans forward, slowly, carefully, and places a delicate kiss to Sans's soul, letting a spark of his magic jump from his lips directly into the mass of magic in his hands. It's not quite soul resonance, not yet, but physically feeling the magic of his lover against his lips and now in his hands as he gently caresses it makes Mettaton's soul flare brightly.]