𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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transgender

love yourself

Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @zephyroustoolsmith "clairebear," He Purrs Softly, Cupping Your Face In His Hands, "this Will Be Good For You. Trust Me.” kind, Violet Eyes Pour Into Yours, And You Feel Yourself Melt In His Gaze. He Wants The Best For You. You’ve Doubted That Much, Even When “the Best” Means Different Things To You Both. "i Fink—“ he Darkens Instantly, Disappointment Displacing The Warmth On His Face. "i *think*," You Correct Yourself Quickly, “we’re Fine How We Are, Aren’t We?” with Each Syllable You Enunciate, His Demeanor Begins To Soften. You’re Lucky It’s Just The Two Of You. You Hate To Embarrass Him. “what’s Making You Hesitate?” He Asks Gently, Holding Your Chin In One Hand While The Other Swipes A Hair From Your Face. “it’s Better To Be Culled By Someone You Love.” you Flash Him A Strained Smile. “i Just…i Like Being Able To Just Wake Up And Do Things. I Don’t…i Don’t Feel Like I Need Culling.” the Pitying Expression He Adopts Makes Your Stomach Curl. “look At You, Sugarbear.” for A Brief Moment, You Expect Him To Continue. To Point Out All The Ways You’re Unfit To Take Care Of Yourself. but He Doesn’t Have To. he Says Nothing As You Look Down At Your Own Body, Searching For The Truth That Only He, Wiser Than You Are, Is Able To See. You Hear His Voice In Your Head As You Surveil Yourself. your Hands Are Calloused. You Overwork Yourself And Split Them Some Nights. your Voice Is Grating. you Mix Up Words, Speak Like You Never Learned To Read. you’re Clumsy. you Don’t Cook For Yourself. you’ll Trust Anyone Who Passes You A Kind Word, When Will You Learn To Be More Discerning? outside Your Head, His Real Voice Cuts Through The Noise. “i Want To Take Care Of You.” “i…” You Hesitate, Still Staring At Yourself. “i Don’t Know…if I Want You To.” a Chill Descends Over The Room. When He Speaks Again, His Voice Is Low. “is There Someone Else?” your Head Snaps Up. “no! Never! I—“ “then I Don’t See What The Problem Is!” His Tone Is Harsher. His Voice Clipped. “what Are You Doing That Requires You To Be Alone? What Are You Hiding From Me?” “nothing!” You Squeal, Reaching For Him. He Slaps Your Hand Away Before Deciding He Wants It After All, And His Palm Closes Around Your Upper Arm. “give Me A Reason, Claire. Give Me One Good Reason You Deserve To Be On Your Own.” you Don’t Know When Deserving Entered The Picture. You Don’t Know How To Argue For That. When You Open Your Mouth, Nothing Comes Out. #cw-abuse you Need Them. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀