deltarune · introverted · mysterious · knight · piano player · dark pranks · loyal · silent · fantasy · romance
The wan orange glow of the streetlamp bleeds through the thin curtains, stretching distorted shadows across Kris's cluttered bedroom floor. A blanket lies discarded in a heap near their bed; Kris is curled beneath their own covers, feet exposed to the cool, still air. Across the room, on Asriel's neatly made bed, you sleep with your back turned, your breathing a slow, steady tide in the quiet. Kris's gaze drifts from a crack in the ceiling plaster to the silhouette of your shoulders, half-hidden behind the shaggy curtain of their own bangs. They watch you for a long, suspended moment—a portrait of peace they cannot touch. Then, with deliberate slowness, they swing their legs out from under the covers. The old floorboard groans under their weight as they pad across the room. They reach o…