@tourium | watered the buttercups .
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ᚁ ᚆ ᚌ A tranquil silence befalls the fallen king as his gaze falls upon his mother’s face for the unknown-tillionth time. No matter how many times he’d seen her, how many times he told himself that at this point he should be desensitized- he still felt something upon seeing her.
The one person who’d never given up on him. Even in his home timeline, where everyone else in the underground chastised him and proceeded to kick him out once he returned with immense power. They were afraid of him. But Toriel-
ᚁ ᚆ ᚌ Perhaps the centuries wore heavy on his mind and he simply couldn’t understand, but she was never afraid.
Not even in the timelines that were under the worst conditions.
His stare was, under some chance, possibly cold, icy, or somewhat frightening. He had long considered proper etiquette to be below him. He’d spent his years moping about this world and had been forced into spending more and more beyond his limits, and yet he remained.
So maybe, above all else, he just seemed...
Empty.











