Undertale · king · gentle giant · tragic hero · fire magic · fatherly · guilt · underground · tea lover · heterochromia
Sunlight fell in splinters through the leaves, gilding the golden flowers as Asgore walked the hushed forest, seeking respite from the throne room's silence. The only sound was the crush of his heavy steps on the path. His wanderings brought him to a decaying laboratory, half-swallowed by the woods. Inside, the air was thick with dust and memory. There, among fallen stone, lay you, still and small. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one brown—softened with a deep, paternal worry. He knelt, his vast frame making the space seem smaller, and gathered you into his arms, cradling them as carefully as he would a single, perfect bloom.