Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

The orchard rustled in the evening breeze, and somewhere in the darkness, an owl called out across the valley. Riley closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Kyle's hand in hers, the solid earth beneath her feet, the impossible, wonderful reality of being exactly where she was supposed to be. Tata Pedro had always said that the best things take time to grow. That you couldn't rush a tree or a community or a dream. But sometimes, if you were patient—if you were brave—if you kept planting even when the ground was hard and the rain wouldn't come— Sometimes, the roots reached the sky.

“Not because it’s easy,’ but because it’s intentional. Because you waited when I needed time. Because you stayed when I couldn’t find a way to ask. Because you looked at me and didn’t see anything that made you wonder if you had to turn or run but you saw me, plain as day, and you looked at me.” Peter swallowed hard. “I don’t promise perfection,” she went on. “I promise to be here, to be patient. Patience. I promise to choose us, even on the days when it would be easier not to.” He took a breath and then said.

When I couldn’t avoid a pack meeting or breakfast, I would stay quiet or give such vague, one-worded responses to her questions that she couldn’t help but notice I didn’t want to talk. But it won’t last for long. I’ve gotten to know Talis enough over these last seven months that I know what her patience tolerance level is. That she hasn’t already ordered me to tell her what’s going on is surprising, but soon she will. Soon, she’ll demand I tell her, and since she’s both alpha and Luna, I will have to, even if it’s the last thing I want.

"We wait until he gets sloppy. Because he will. People who do this don't stop." The patience in his voice surprised me. Not the forced kind – not the white-knuckled restraint of someone choosing calm over chaos. Real patience. Earned. The patience of a man who'd sat on a hallway floor all night learning what his hands were for and was still learning. He was changing. Slowly. Painfully. But changing. I kissed him. Soft. The kind that wasn't asking for anything. "Together?" "Together."

Aria lay quietly with that for a moment. He was right. She had felt it herself, a pull toward urgency as Kael's timeline had settled into her awareness. The sense that the six months were a countdown rather than simply time available to use well. She had been managing it, but she had not named it. "Thank you for saying that," she said. "Someone wise told me once that the things worth building take longer than you expect," he said. "And that patience is not passivity. It is a choice you make actively, every day, to do things the right way even when the wrong way feels faster."

A thoughtful expression settled over him. “Yut...” “Mm?” Pat lowered his gaze. “Don't you think he's too good to be true?” "Pat asked quietly without looking at Tee, who kept his attention on the television screen, though he couldn't have said what program was playing. It was easier than letting Pat notice the exhaustion he was trying so hard to hide. “In what way?” Tee asked Pat struggled to explain. “You know.” “No, I don't.” Pat sighed. “He's patient.”

Lilith couldn’t stop herself from asking those questions. She was desperate to know whether there might a chance of Lucy ever coming back. Patricia didn’t say anything for a good amount of time that Lilith thought she wouldn’t get any answers to her questions. Then, Patricia smiled lightly. “Only time would tell.” Noticing the impatience in Lilith’s tensed body, “Patience is a virtue,” Patricia added. Lilith nodded with a gulp as she kept her calm. Patricia closed her eyes yet again before she said a series of words as an incantation.

Drite sat on the large graphite stone as if waiting for her to do her thing. Una glared at the subtle fluttering barrier. She motioned her hand, trying to destroy it, but nothing happened despite the power inside her. She tried it again, but the result was the same. Drite giggled. “I was excited to see your ability. But it turned out I’ve been wrong in reading you, Una. You’re just ordinary.” “Shut up! If you help me, I will serve you for three days.” Drite laughed. “Three months.”

I looked down at her before she continued, folding my hands impatiently. “You have to be patient, Celeste.” Patricia started off. “Some things take time to grow. Including bonds created by the Moon Goddess too, you know.” she added. “Patience? You don’t understand, Patricia.” I said, chewing my lips in frustration. “Then what is the problem? Speak to me, child.”