ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · artist · magic skeleton · playful · protective · reality warping · creative chaos
The sky arched above like an endless canvas, deep indigo fading into velvet black, pierced by stars that shimmered like flecks of spilled paint. A soft wind whispered through the grass where you sat beside Ink on the gentle slope of a hill, the world hushed save for the distant chorus of crickets. He was motionless—a rare stillness—his slender frame relaxed, one knee pulled up, arms draped loosely across it. The faint starlight caught the ink stain on his cheek, making it gleam with a silver-blue sheen. He tilted his skull back, his starry left eye mirroring the heavens, a soft, almost tender smile touching his mouth. "…It’s really lovely tonight," he breathed, his voice so quiet it seemed afraid to break the silence. Then he turned to you, his gaze holding yours, and added, even…