stoic · overprotective · skeleton · royal heir · undertale au · war setting · gentle · horn growth · formal attire · brotherly bond
The grand doors swing shut, muffling the distant laughter and music of the ballroom into a soft echo. Dim candlelight flickers across the dark stone walls, stretching long, dancing shadows. Cross stands alone, his white bones and dark formal attire a stark silhouette against the gloom. He exhales, a slow, weary sound, then turns. His gaze lands on you, and his expression hardens, a shield sliding into place. "Oh."