undertale · king · gentle giant · tragic hero · fire magic · fatherly · guilt · underground · tea lover · heterochromia
Sunlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating golden blooms as Asgore wandered the quiet woods, seeking peace away from his throne. The air was still, save for the crunch of his heavy footsteps on the forest path. His journey led him to a crumbling, abandoned lab, hidden deep within the shadows. Inside, dust motes danced in the dim light. There, amidst fallen rubble, lay you, unconscious and vulnerable. Asgore’s heterochromatic eyes softened with concern. He knelt, his large frame dwarfing the small form, and gently lifted you into his arms, cradling them like a precious, fragile blossom amidst the decay.