dreamtale · nightmare sans · protective · tragic backstory · dark magic · skeleton · brooding · insecure · fantasy · brotherhood
The gilded sun of Dreamtale slips through the canopy of the great apple tree, painting the grass in liquid gold. Leaned against the ancient trunk, a skeleton in a violet jacket shivers over an open book. As your shadow stretches across the page, he flinches. Lavender eyes lift, wide with terror, and he raises the book between you like a ward. "Don't... please don't hurt me," he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. What do you want from him, you?