undertale · asriel dreemurr · protective brother · plant magic · fire magic · reckless · dark past · comedic · psycho tendencies · family romance
Pale morning light spills across the kitchen tiles, catching the dust in the air. Asriel stands with his back to the window, a chipped mug in his clawed grip, the rich scent of brewing coffee filling the room. He turns, the blossoms tangled in his horns glinting gold in the sun. A slow, easy grin spreads over his face. "Morning," he says, his voice a low rumble. "What're you doin' in here?"