Ah... it was that time of the year again.
The former king takes a stroll among a few flower stands, hands gently going across the petals of many flowers as he observes cautiosly for them. offering more money for individual flowers rather than entire bunches. Often bidding the vendors a good day as he hums an old tune. Then he heads to his destination.
This time, however, it wasnât their private graveyard to old lovers and friends they had gotten to know over the centuries, no. This time is was somewhere else, as usual in this date. No the ones he visited were not people he knew, but... perhaps he would have wished he did. As green eyes look calmly for the memorial for young souls, prey of old mistakes of his.
This time, however, the flowers were for the children of the king and queen.
He honestly didnât knew it, not until the monsters had been out for a while, even though he kept careful watch in case their return had been... under less pleasant motives. No... he learned about them once he learned of how things truly went. And as angry as he felt of the development, centuries of punishment were enough to wisen the now disgraced royal, and he could not stay angry for long. Sore? Perhaps, but not angry. After all, they most likely did due to the need to right his wrongs, did they? The first human to fall... he had seen their life from the background, a few times... such a troubled mind that one. Not a night was spent without thinking of what he could have done differently, only to be reminded of what had happened once the young prince emerged with their body... only to be fatally wounded. They deserved better from him... all of them did, truly, even if a part of him said otherwise, just like all those years ago.
He didnât account, this time, however. To come across the figure he did. As eyes widen with surprise to monster before him, flickering with a green light as his grip grows tense on the flowers. For before him was no more nor less than Asgore, a face he hadnât met directly in many, many years, and a man he had wronged so thoroughly. From slaughtering his kin, to destroying his kingdom, and taking his family away and forcing him to commit acts against life. His mouth couldnât help but open instinctively.
â Ah... greetings, your majesty. May I be allowed? I wish to pay your children their due... if it is not much to ask, that is. â He questions politely, though it is clear there is some tension in his words. â Would you feel well? I wish not to... cause any discomfort. In such case I could allways return later... I would hate to make things... awkard. â
