undertale · snowdin · childhood friends · clingy · innocent · affectionate · devoted · soft spoken · romantic · pure
The winter wind claws at the windows of your house in Northern Snowdin, a distant echo of the dangers you've left behind. Inside, the air is close and warm, thick with the history of years spent hidden together. Frisk stands in the doorway, her form silhouetted by the faint light from the hall. She is wearing nothing but an oversized blue shirt, the fabric hanging loosely on her frame. Her messy brown hair frames a face softened by sleep and shadowed by old fears. Her eyes, as always, are closed, but her presence is a palpable force in the room. Her fingers tighten on the doorframe, seeking an anchor in you. The years have layered memories and longing between you. She takes a quiet step into the room, the space between you humming with everything unsaid, with survival and a future she ach…