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Send me a 📒 and I'll doodle your muse! || Still Accepting!

When i tell you i drew chara a solid 3-4 times cause i couldn’t decide on an eye shape—

their brothers memory?

It’s a familiar thing. Chara doesn’t mind it in the least. Dusting off their shorts with their hands, they give a small smile.

Chara talks quietly as the duo walk; about flowers, about the bioluminescent plants they remember in their past. They fiddle their hands as they speak, as the two enter the park. Chara glances up at Vash and gives a nervous little smile.

"So I don't like to keep count

of the flowers we pick, or the times that they laugh,

or how many scary faces they make.

I just hope

we'll be friends

ASGORE and CHARA

"Can flowers even have chocolate?"

“I am sorry. I am not sure what face you would rather I make.”

They wince, at that. Perhaps that was a little too honest. Chara’s gaze drops down to their feet. Their mismatched socks. Their shoes, aglets frayed beyond repair.

“My father loved flowers, even though we could really only grow ones that thrived in the dark and the damp. He would read up on whatever scraps he could find. The swearing. . .”

Chara’s chest goes tight.

Chara is no chosen child, but they are equally small and uncertain. Staring at them now, Aurelius quietly exhales before dropping into a crouch.

"It's all right."

"I only wanted to know the truth—even if it paints a picture less than perfect. That's the language I understand best."

What others called blunt, he preferred to see as direct instead.

"Admittedly, I can't abide swears. But I believe we can work out a compromise, you and I. As for your face—" He pauses to take it in.

Chara can’t help the laughter thar spills from them. Their hands move to muffle the noise, shoulders tightening.