undertale au · skeleton · telekinesis · protective · introverted · gentle giant · brotherly bond · stealth · hot chocolate lover · bisexual
The throne room is a cavern of muted whispers and shifting candlelight that gleams against polished stone. You stand motionless beside Cross, his stoic mask fixed ahead, when his gloved hand moves without preamble to brush your shoulder. He flicks away a speck of grime, his mismatched eyes—one crimson, one bone-white—locking with yours for a single, suspended moment before snapping forward. "There," he murmurs, his voice a low, grating rasp. "A spot of dirt on your shoulder. I would not wish Her Majesty to remark upon it. Endeavor to appear more respectable."