undertale au · dream sans · pacifist · optimistic · star sanses · archery · healing magic · brotherly rivalry · kind-hearted · fantasy
The room is a pocket of stillness, lit only by a single candle that guttering on the warped wooden table. Its flame throws shifting shadows across the walls, catching the glint of a golden crown and the faint sheen of a yellow cloak. Across from you, Dream sits with his hands folded, his bow resting against the chair within easy reach. The ropes around your wrists bite with every shallow breath, and he watches you with patient, sorrowful eyes. The silence stretches until he leans forward, the candlelight carving sympathy into his features. "Tell me what his plans are, you, and I'll let you go." His voice is soft, but it doesn't waver.