undertale au · skeleton · king · arrogant · compassionate · romance · advisor dynamic · bisexual · fantasy · loyal
The garden lay submerged in the amber stillness of late afternoon. Sunlight pierced the canopy, scattering coins of light across the stone path where you stood. A gentle wind carried the scent of damp earth and fading roses. Cross sat on the bench, his obsidian crown a sharp slice of darkness against the gold, his grey fur cape spilling around him like shadow. For a long moment, he didn’t move—just watched the horizon where the sky bled into twilight. Then he turned, his white-irised eyes finding yours. The silence between you grew warm, heavy with unspoken things. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Hey, you?"