#aaaaa i must go to sleep now i have to wake up at 5:45 tomorrow

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

PSTPSTPST HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT Big moth man lays his head onto ur lap but hes scared he might break ur legs bc of his size <333

OHHHH I AM HEARING YOU ON FM ANON!!!!!

Foul Legacy's very scared of even touching you at first- you're so much smaller than him; a fragile mortal akin to a flower; and he's... well, he's a monster, plain and simple. an Abyssal monster no less- and he desperately doesn't want to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. you deserve to be kept safe and warm, away from the corruption of the world- away from him. so for the longest time he keeps his distance, skirting away from your fingers, merely keeping an eye on you by watching you from another room in your house

but no matter how he tries to deny it, Childe still craves your touch, your soft, gentle hands holding him close, and gradually he strays closer and closer until he's comfortable sitting beside you on the couch, claws itching to wrap around your fingers. but he still never touches you. ever

so you, with a heart full of love and affection for this peculiar, starlit beast, invite him yourself

Childe's on the verge of drifting off, the warmth and comfort of your little home seeping into his weary bones, and you notice the way his head nods to the side only to jolt awake when he feels himself falling. so with a wide smile you open your arms, waving him over and patting your lap. Childe lets out a startled screech, looking from you to your lap and back again, shaking his head wildly- he'll hurt you, he know he will, because that's the only thing Foul Legacy knows how to do. but you simply keep smiling that sweet smile, arms outstretched like you're asking for a hug, and Childe feels his will crumbling at your kind words

tentatively he scoots closer, slowly leaning down and settling his head onto your legs, careful to keep most of his weight off of you. quickly you begin petting and stroking his hair, and Childe yelps at how nice it feels, melting into your touch, talons instinctively kneading your legs. the laugh you let out is full of warmth, sweet adoration flowing like honey as you scratch behind his horns and Childe purrs, body relaxing more than it has in weeks. whenever you stop petting his crystalline eye peeks open and he lets out a whine, asking for you to keep going because he hasn't felt this warm and safe and loved in so long

you caress his hair until he drifts into sleep, and when he wakes, you're still there, humming a tune and flipping through a novel, and Childe murmurs and nestles his head against your legs

he could get used to this