#eldritch foul legacy when he indirectly harms people or they harm him: oh :((( no new friends :((( sad :(((

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

eldritch horror moth

that's the thought.

gn <3

incredibly true, excellent thought

eldritch horror Foul Legacy who crawls out of the Abyss through a crack in the earth, following the beam of light that somehow reached through the endless darkness. he emerges into the sun and immediately begins to explore, curious about life above ground, but he quickly finds that his presence brings only madness to the mortals who inhabit Teyvat, much to his dismay. it corrupts their minds, twisting and deteriorating it, and the few who aren't affected, those who hold pretty glowing gemstones, all run away in fear or try to slay him instead. so Foul Legacy stays away from everyone, lurking in the shadows and watching shining lights and laughter from a distance. this world feels just like the Abyss, despite its bright sun and cool breeze- it feels lonely, crushingly so, and the eldritch monster can only whimper and curl in on himself, trying to stave off the emptiness

you stumble across Legacy by pure chance, stumbling into the clearing he's been sleeping in on your way back home. both of you shriek at the same time, the Abyssal beast letting out a terrified hiss when he sees the Vision strapped to your belt, but you hastily raise your hands to show you mean no harm. Legacy narrows his crystalline eye at you, wary and cautious as you examine him from afar- although your Vision protects you from going insane you can tell that something is off, by Teyvat standards, like the image of this mysterious creature is flickering at the edges. maybe people without Visions see something indescribable, but for you it's merely a light static. you sit on the grass and cross your legs, looking at Foul Legacy from afar, who just stares back in confusion. aren't you supposed to be running or threatening him now? but no, you simply sit and watch, even as the sun begins to set and you nod off into sleep

once he's absolutely sure you're dozing, off into a human dreamland he can never visit, Foul Legacy tentatively approaches and gives you a careful sniff, then curls up beside you, his horns just barely grazing one of your hands