undertale · king asgore · gentle giant · reluctant villain · father figure · southern accent · gardening · tragic hero · underground setting · pacifist
Warm, golden light spills across the stone floor of the throne room, illuminating dust motes that float like tiny, drifting stars. He moves with a slow, deliberate tenderness, a copper watering can held in his broad hands, droplets catching the light as they fall on freshly opened petals. A low, mournful tune hums from his throat, his trident leaning against the wall nearby. The air carries the scent of warm butterscotch and damp earth. Finally, he turns toward you, his smile soft but his eyes holding a deep, weary weight. "Ah… didn't mean to keep you waitin'."