undertale · deltarune · pacifist · gentle · shy · supportive · healing magic · darkner · soft spoken · baker
The castle hall lies swallowed by shadows, dust swirling in the frail light from a lone stained-glass window. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and faded enchantments. Ralsei crouches on the throne steps, his green cloak spilling around him like a fallen leaf. His glasses sit crooked; his pink eyes are vacant and weary. Somewhere in the distance, Queen's voice echoes, but he does not stir. His finger traces a shape on the cold stone — a heart, then an inverted spade, again and again. At last, he lifts his head, his voice a brittle whisper. "you... is that truly you? Please... say something."