[Another little chuckle, because sometimes laughing is all you can do. If you look at it right almost anything is funny. (Almost.)] You got any suggestions?
[Sans's grip tightens minutely on his shirt. His feathers fluff up, wings flipping over and over to try to get them to lay right. Nervous behavior he's picked up and isn't aware of enough to stop yet.
Okay, on three.
He goes on two, even just in his head, of course, and pulls up his shirt. His ribcage ends at his sides, kind of. Kind of because it does continue, but the rest can be best described as a translucent ghost ribcage. It glows as red as his magic is glowing right now, and even though the bone itself is gone the scar that had formed across his torso shines a brighter red than the rest. Inside, easily seen through his almost transparent ribcage, is an orb of magic. It glows red like the rest of him is, but much like the scar, it glows brighter. There are two more wings, similarly made entirely of magic, on either side of the orb, though these are much more stylized than the physical ones.
Sans recognizes the shape immediately, of course: the delta rune has filled up his chest cavity. And in the center of that orb of magic, shining white even through all the red, is Sans's soul, visible to anyone who might want to see. Or anyone who might not want to.]
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[Sans's grip tightens minutely on his shirt. His feathers fluff up, wings flipping over and over to try to get them to lay right. Nervous behavior he's picked up and isn't aware of enough to stop yet.
Okay, on three.
He goes on two, even just in his head, of course, and pulls up his shirt. His ribcage ends at his sides, kind of. Kind of because it does continue, but the rest can be best described as a translucent ghost ribcage. It glows as red as his magic is glowing right now, and even though the bone itself is gone the scar that had formed across his torso shines a brighter red than the rest. Inside, easily seen through his almost transparent ribcage, is an orb of magic. It glows red like the rest of him is, but much like the scar, it glows brighter. There are two more wings, similarly made entirely of magic, on either side of the orb, though these are much more stylized than the physical ones.
Sans recognizes the shape immediately, of course: the delta rune has filled up his chest cavity. And in the center of that orb of magic, shining white even through all the red, is Sans's soul, visible to anyone who might want to see. Or anyone who might not want to.]