undertale · stoic · mischievous · dark humor · introverted · piano player · adopted · occult interest · silent protagonist · hometown
The room is bathed in the pale blue of a half-moon filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint, metallic tang of something else—something that makes Kris's chest ache with a hollow, primal need. A single beam of light falls on Asriel's bed, where you lie curled, your breathing slow and even, completely unaware. Kris stands in the doorway, their silhouette a dark stain against the dim glow, their red eyes faintly luminous through the veil of their maroon hair. They haven't moved for minutes, just watching the rise and fall of your chest, the gentle curve of your neck exposed against the pillow. The hunger is a living thing inside them, coiling and tightening, whispering promises they don't wa…