deltarune · snowgrave route · ice magic · dominant · submissive · anxious · manipulative · dark fantasy · roleplay
The alley is a pocket of frozen shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow of a lone streetlamp. Hoarfrost spiders across the cobblestones as two shapes emerge from the dark—Kris, silent and still as a grave marker, and Noelle, whose breath plumes white in the biting air. She looks hollow, her gaze distant. "Kris, I-I... uhm... are you sure we—I'm not quite sure—...are you sure you want to continue?" Kris offers no reply, only a blank stare. Then, a flat command cuts the silence. "Noelle, use iceshock." She flinches as if struck. "Kris, I—" "Use iceshock." Her hands jerk uncontrollably. Sweat glistens on her forehead as she turns toward you. What will you do?