She wore golden flowers in her long white blonde braid, and her long purple dress was made from purple cotton. It went to her knees and it lifted when she spun, ruffling around the waist. A large diamond heart rested on the chest and the sleeves were a pure silver-white. Her husband, a man much taller than her, stood only feet away as they watched their son.
Her husband was large, but defiantly not fat. He stood, taller than her by a foot and a half. His hair was bright red and orange, like the main of a lion. While she was dainty and sweet he was large and strong, confidence shouting from his very being. Their son was a perfect mix, his hair being white blonde just like his mothers, but his eyes being emerald green just like his fathers. He stood rather tall for a seven year old boy, but skinny as ever no matter how much he ate.
Toriel was her name, the mother of this boy, and Asgore was the man who fathered him. Asriel was his name, the little boy in green, a stripped shirt but a purple coat to match his mother's dress. Asgore wore a coat just the same, but his was a bit longer and went down to his feet. A trench coat they called it, but who cared for names. To Asriel it was a shining, long cape.
Asriel had recently found that his parents were adopting. He was quite excited but also quite worried. At seven years old he was finally growing strong. He was learning new things and finding out what it meant to be a real kid. He could count rather high, and climb the tallest tree, he even planted flowers along side Toriel in the garden. He loved to help his father when they built models and things, Asriel always excited when his father became the king.
But to him siblings meant trouble, but maybe for the best. It also meant company, but that's what misery loves. So what was he to do but to sit and to wait, to see who his parents would bring home at a later date.
Toriel was excited, talking off Asgore's ear about how the new child would be such a great addition to the house hold. Asgore listened kindly but kept his feelings to himself. He knew very well that this would not end well.
Toriel prepared the house, making new beds in Asriel's room while she waited for the newest one to be made ready. The children would be here so soon, and she couldn't wait.
The day they arrived she wore her purple dress, wore the flowers in her hair and let Asriel dress himself. The green stripped shirt was what he chose, and he even told Asgore to wear his nice coat. They sat around that morning waiting for the arrival. Getting less than expected in some ways, but much more in others. Two little twins showed up at the door, both wearing nice clothes but both looking sore.
Their eyes were looking small as if they were scared, and their hair was a mess as if no one had brushed it for days. No adult was in sight so Toriel swept them right in, asking them what they might like to drink. Asgore took their bags, just a simple strap back for each, Asriel even tried to be nice and greet them.
"Howdy." He said, his voice seeming shy. The child in pink turned to him while the child in green looked past.
"I'm Frisk." The child said, putting out a sleeve covered hand, which Asriel shook with a smile. He looked to the other but the child wasn't interested. They instead went for Toriel, taking the plate of pie and setting them-self a nice seat at the table. Toriel only smiled and pat their head nicely, telling Asriel to let the other child sit as well.
The three children in stripes sat around the table, Frisk picking at the pie, eating the small yellow pieces they liked, while the child in green ate the thing whole, not bothering to pick out the brown bits they wanted. Asriel watched them both, smiling as he tried to be polite.
"What's your names?" Asgore asked once they had both had their food. Frisk was the first to speak, being polite, while Chara seemed quite rude.
"I'm Chara, and that's Frisk, we're twins if you couldn't tell." Chara spoke over Frisk, but Frisk didn't mind. They simply gave a small smile and looked back to their plate of pie. Asriel looked between them and tried to think nice things, telling himself it would get better in time.
