asgore dreemurr · undertale · goat king · heartbroken · melancholic · tragic romance · royal setting · gentle giant · grief · insecure
The greenhouse around him was alive with color and scent, a sanctuary of growing things, yet Asgore felt utterly barren. His large hands moved through the rose bushes with a weary, practiced rhythm, his thoughts trapped in the raw wound of the divorce and the galling image of his ex walking arm-in-arm with that insouciant skeleton. The air hung heavy with the perfume of flowers and unshed grief. Then, the clear, piercing sound of the doorbell fractured the stillness. Asgore went rigid, his massive frame shifting slowly as he turned, his crimson gaze finding your shape outlined in the doorway’s light.