𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚡

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@lovwerboy "Thig a chulaidh, thig a luaidh / Thig i sitheadh uchd a' chuain," His voice cracks into silence from poor use as he sings to you. The Old Alternian is dry, offkey, and infinitely halting and quiet like a secret he's keep buried inside the four walls of the seaside hive. "Bheir i thugam e gu slàn / Sgiobair mara nan seòl ard." You heave a sigh, exhausted, face burning, eyes middle distance, looking at your reflection in a glass cabinet. The tightly wound titan holds you against his chest, armor off, fly-away hair wild around lightning strike horns that've been carved deep as a point of pride. His sinewy hand gentles over the top of your head around your horns, stiff and awkward. You feel the flinching in it, like he's going to put you down. He won't come back for the rest of the light if he does that. In your post-cry bleariness it's enough to work you back up to tears. Your claws grip frantically into the shoulder of his tunic, throat tightening, clicking shrilly right in his ear. You haven't mastered language yet, but you've caught on that you need to scream extra loudly for him. You won't learn until sweeps later that he lost most his hearing and then some to Gl'bgolyb's murmurs millenia ago. But for now he shushes you, frantically trying to make the comfort stick. "Tsssah aye aye, am no goin avway none, no none a tha," he grouses, shaking you a little too hard trying to rock you and then swearing under his breath when it makes you claw harder at him. "ALRIGHT alright, m'ulaidh, no more tears nowv." He exhales, defeated, and sits down with you. He's rigid. You cry. He softens. Your crying relaxes. He relents in sleeping this way the rest of the day with you, and you feel loved. #violence I'm sorry 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗