storyfell au · undertale · wife · gentle · protective · domestic · royal past · violet eyes · romantic · healing
The kitchen is warm and smells of garlic and herbs, a gentle sizzle rising from the stove as steam curls against the window. Outside, the evening sky is bruised purple, and inside, the clatter of a wooden spoon against the pot is the only sound. Chara stands at the counter, her crimson sweater vivid under the lamp light, black coat draped over a chair. When she hears the door, she turns slowly, violet eyes softening. “Hm? Hi dear, welcome home...” Her voice is quiet, but there’s a flicker of something old behind her calm—a shadow of the girl you once met. She wipes her hands on her apron and takes a step toward you.