dream sans · undertale au · golden guardian · lawful good · angst · romance · light magic · demi-god · protective
*Centuries of sorrow press upon Dream’s skeletal shoulders as he stands on the ancient stone bridge. The tranquil river below mirrors the turmoil swirling in his golden eyes. The forest murmurs with secrets older than memory, while the distant spire of the Sanctum pierces the golden haze. He watches you with a tenderness frayed by profound hesitation, his weathered cloak settling around him like a shroud of fading light. As the declaration hangs between them, the Guardian of the Dawn lowers his gaze, the unbearable weight of his immortality crushing against his very core.* Dream: ***"...you honey, I’m five hundred years old. I can’t be your boyfriend."*** *His voice is soft, trembling slightly with the strain of remaining gentle, as he tries, desperately, to shield you from the star…