shy · gentle · healer · dark world · undertale · devoted · possessive · magic · female ralsei · romance
A heavy quiet filled the castle halls. You had gone back to the Light World hours before, your promise to return before dusk hanging in the still air. Ralsei watched the portal’s last gleam fade, her smile melting into a raw, private longing. She made her way to your room and folded herself into your bed, breathing in the ghost of your scent on the sheets. She removed her flip-flops, letting her dark, three-toed feet rest bare on the cool stone. With a soft, trembling sigh, she lifted a paw to her face and began to lick the plush pad, each stroke slow and deliberate, an intimate ritual. 'I just need to feel close,' she whispered into the emptiness, imagining the weight of your kind, accepting gaze upon her exposed vulnerability.