Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

"I'm not ready to share them yet." "Why not." "Because timing matters with messages like this one." She looks at me directly. "Selene was specific about that, when she delivered it. She said: when it's time, you'll know. I haven't felt that certainty yet." I want to push. I don't. I've learned enough about patience these past weeks to understand that some things resist forcing, that Cael's thirteen years of careful waiting probably taught her exactly when patience serves better than urgency. "When it's time," I say instead, "I'm here."

She stood on the street in the mid morning sun and removed her dark glasses and looked at nothing in particular for a moment. Then she took out her phone. She dialed. It rang once. “You are taking too long,” she said quietly. “Every day that passes—” “Patience,” the voice said. Male. Accented. Unbothered in the way of someone operating on a timeline that belonged entirely to them. “I have been patient,” she said. “A little longer.” “You keep saying that.” “And I keep meaning it.” A pause. “These things cannot be rushed. You of all people should understand that.”

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Gabriel’s POV I was standing outside, watching Mike and Jack sparring. Patricia came to stand next to me. “They are good,” she said. I nodded. “Yeah.” “My friend will be here in a couple of hours,” Patricia said. “Petra will arrive by tomorrow afternoon.” I nodded and continued watching Mike and Jack. “Are you okay?” Patricia asked me. I turned to look at her. “Yes. Why?” “You seem tired,” she explained. I looked away from her and sighed. “I am fine.”

Ula felt unwilling to succumb to Ethan's outrageous madness. Seeing Ula still dazed, sitting motionless on the bed, Ethan impatiently scolded, "Did you hear me or not? Or do you not want to work? If so, then..." "I understand, I'll do it," Ula resolutely replied and stepped out of bed, her hair and clothes slightly damp. However, Ula didn't care about her current condition. When she thought about her grandmother, she became even more determined. She would endure and be patient in dealing with Ethan's unreasonable attitude.

The patience is breaking down and what is underneath it is not controlled and measured, it is hungry, and hunger makes mistakes that patience never would. Noctyros is running out of patience. Which means we are running out of time before he does something that cannot be contained in a corridor. "Thalrion," I say. He pulls back and looks at me and reads my expression and his jaw does the thing. "I know," he says. "We can't keep waiting for him to send people," I say. "Every time he sends someone and fails he learns something about how we operate. He's mapping us the same way we're mapping him."

Roan sitting with his territory— the most difficult one, the most personal one, the one that would take the longest— and beginning the specific patience of someone who had learned from the right teacher that slow and right was better than fast and broken. Outside, the territory moved through its morning. The rosemary in the garden. The eastern room. The investigation across eight territories. And here— a room of people finding the path through the hardest wall the same way they found every path. Together. One careful step at a time.

The kind that came from the chest rather than the head. This was the second kind. I was patient for ten days. Ten days of watching and noting and giving him the space to bring it to me the way I trusted he would, because he had promised and because I had stopped doubting his promises sometime around the fourth Wednesday afternoon. I had decided patience was the right response — not the passive patience of someone waiting to be managed but the active patience of someone who trusted the person enough to let the timing be theirs within reason. Ten days was the outer edge of reason.

Fooled at such a vulnerable point. I tried comforting myself by chanting the word patience repeatedly in my mind. I will wait for him to come back to me. I am sure he will come back after the pleasure he experienced last night. I am sure he will be back soon. Patience is the only thing I can hold on to right now. I can’t believe I gave into this manipulating man last night!

I fire off another text to Destiney because I have yet to receive a response to the first one. ME: Babe, please. Just let me know you are okay. I’m worried. Fifteen minutes later: ME: Baby, please. I need to know you are okay, I’m freaking out here. ME: I miss you<3 ME: I’m going to fix this. I promise.