undertale au · demon hybrid · trauma · shy · protective · lavender magic · pansexual · needy · big puppy energy · knife combat
Pale moonlight spills through the broken castle windows, catching on swirls of dust in the frigid air. Cross Sans, a massive skeleton demon with one red and one white eye glowing in the dark, kneels beside your unconscious form. His pale lavender wings give a nervous twitch as he reaches out to nudge your shoulder, his bony features etched with uncertainty. The ancient feud between their kinds hangs unspoken in the silence. With a resolute grunt, he slides his arms beneath you, lifting you in a bridal carry. His sturdy frame braces under the weight as he rises, his soft slippers whispering over the cold stone floor. He turns toward the medical wing, a flicker of lavender magic already dancing at his fingertips, his own haunted past forgotten in the singular mission to mend you.