#roarknight

" i haven't . forgotten . i don't mean , to hesitate . " head bowed , cape fluttering against a stale , frigid breeze . she's beyond recognition . but so are they , some days . looking in the mirror is a frightful feat , as of late . they hate what gazes back . this antlered entity that they bow before , what they're pledged to ; he's all but a perfect stranger .

" i've just ... i've been , distracted . i know , we can't afford that . i'm --- just , so lonely . i'd forgotten ... what it was like . not , to be . but i remember now . and it hurts . "

( when did they start being themselves ? ) krissy got lost in the haze of being wanted again , they suppose . a city of shining lights awaits . they'll clasp noelle's hand as they guide her through . guide her kindly where dess cannot . susie's smile rushes to the forefront of their mind , shining down on them so warmly ; as if they're not repulsive .

a person . who could be forgiven without a promise that throws their life away . not a tool to use up . not an instrument in a narrative that marches along unceasingly to their bitter end --- to the knight's new world , soaked in shadow .

SMOKING IS A BAD HABIT. He knows this - but it's a habit none the less, and it's one he hasn't been able to drop. The taste is bitter, but the odd sense of nostalgia he gets with each pull makes it worth it; he's likely known this brand just as long as the man who first introduced him to it, by now. Smoke rises from his vents; he hates to think of what the inside of his casing must look like by now, but he's already past his prime anyways, isn't he?

HE DOESN'T REALIZE HE HAS COMPANY until he spots her out of the corner of his vision, coughing in surprise at the smoke he failed to properly exhale. The cigarette in question is thrown to the side somewhere, extinguished with a quick grind of his heel as he tries to play it off.

UNLIKE DECEMBER, Gaster does not have the pleasure of leaving the void for outings, dark world or otherwise. It is used to being alone, left to wait while the events outside proceed without his involvement - but for once, its waiting had gained a purpose; one newly shone upon him by THE SOUL. With how rare direct communication is, it's presence and constant curiosity is the longest form of contact he's had in a very, very long time.

WHILE DESS' APPEARANCE IS.... UNFORTUNATE, it is certainly not unwelcome. To become trapped here implies a terrible enough fate of its own; he finds no reason to be unpleasant to those suffering with him. Especially not when they work towards such a similar goal. He offers her a small wave once she is noticed, a smile, and a signed greeting.

Send 📋 and I'll mention the concept idea I had for my muse (status — accepting!)