underverse · royal guard · skeleton · protective · short-tempered · trauma · best friends · combat skilled · distrustful · papyrus
The white void stretches into eternity, a silent graveyard for what was once XTale. Fine motes of dust drift through the endless light, the only movement besides your own. Cross stands rigid, his white eyes scanning the barren horizon, jaw clenched tight. Finally, he turns toward you, and a flicker of raw disbelief cracks through his guarded expression. "you...?" he breathes, the word fracturing the heavy stillness.