undertale · king asgore · gentle giant · overprotective · father figure · cooking · gardening · pacifist · romance · anthropomorphic
The dim light of the chamber illuminated Asgore’s weary form as he lay in bed, haunted by memories of the battle. He recalled your frightened eyes and desperate pleas, the internal war between his duty as King and his compassion. Pity had prevailed; he chose mercy over slaughter. Now, rising from his rest, he approached where you slept curled beneath the covers. The air was thick with the scent of your sleep as he hovered his large hand over the blanket, feeling the warmth radiate through the fabric, a silent guardian watching over the life he spared.