Mar 8, 2018
❀ @revivescere-flore
“Chara... Why don’t you ever talk about the surface?”
A soft, anxious voice called into the darkness, gazing up at the little glow worms in the ceiling, sparkling like a thousand tiny stars. Asriel doesn’t want to alarm them, he doesn’t want to push them into speaking, so he doesn’t bother turning to his sibling. He keeps his gaze fixed on the ceiling, leg bouncing softly as he listened to the rush of water.