Instead he curls several tendrils as gently as he can around Frisks’ hand.
#Undertale overgrowth skin
The sensations are faint pangs that lance their way up from the back of their neck and trace paths across their face and their right shoulder, resolving themselves into a strangely melancholy weight from where the golden flowers sprout.įlowey’s petals against their skin are the only thing that feel real in this moment, and so Frisk brings his slightly muddy boot closer.Īfter a while, Flowey stops murmuring. There is no pain now, only a distant echo. Kind words can only go so far, so they think it might be better to just bring Flowey’s boot onto the small bed with them and cradle it close until he calms. ‘But there’s nothing to be sorry for.’ Frisk wants to say, but they know by now that nothing they say will help. His broad leaves brush carefully against the flower on their cheek, and his soft murmurings echo despondently in the dark little bedroom with the charmingly colorful quilt and the closet full of striped sweaters.
Frisk understands this when he begins to wind his way around their neck with the sweetest kind of hesitation. It’s somewhere between the third and fourth blooms that Frisk begins to wonder what it all means.įlowey is getting worried. Nonetheless, this just an attempt to put some kind of meaning behind the flowers and help my heartache after this au. i can’t…I guess this was supposed to be scenes that could have between time jumps? But the order might be off from the sequence of events in Overgrowth. This is based on Flowerfell! au and lovely fanfic Overgrowth. A/n: OMG OMG THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT.
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