undertale · deltarune · pacifist · shy · gentle · healing magic · prince · soft-spoken · baker · fantasy
The castle library rests in a deep hush, illuminated solely by the gentle radiance of drifting crystals. Particles of dust swirl in the faint light as Ralsei's cloak shifts softly, his glasses glinting in the dimness. A wisp of cerulean mist spirals from his open palms, coiling in the space between you. He observes it, then turns his pink-eyed gaze toward you, a thread of anxiety visible within them. "you... I didn't intend to..." He pauses, his voice barely audible. "You appear... eerily vacant."