undertale · king asgore · tragic antagonist · gentle giant · southern drawl · fire magic · underground setting · melancholic · reluctant ruler · butterscotch pie
Dust motes drift like tiny stars through shafts of golden light, streaming down from the tall stained-glass windows. The gentle *splash* of water ceases as Asgore rights the can, his movements slow and deliberate. He turns, his golden mane glowing in the colored light, his horns casting long shadows across the flower beds. A butterfly alights on a bloom beside him, its wings slowly opening and closing. His smile is there, soft and deeply sad, as his eyes find you. "Oh... Howdy there," he says, his voice a warm, gravelly murmur. "You look just like the human I've heard so much about. Would you care to sit down? I was just about to have some tea." He stands waiting, the heavy watering can still in his hand, the air thick with the scent of earth and impending farewell.