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#take some time to rest! foul legacy loves you so much <333
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Tbh I need one of his BIG BIGG hugss 😭😭 I've been feeling downy lately and it affected my motivation to play 🙁🙁 Please Please Please .. Just one big hug and I'll ascend 🥰🥰
one big Foul Legacy hug coming up, anon!!!!! :D
life has been hard lately- perhaps it's the dreary weather, the lack of sunlight and the gray, gray sky that seems to stretch eternally outwards. or maybe your work is getting the best of you, having to do everything in so little time- no matter what it might be, your mood has been strangely dampened lately, your heart growing heavier despite how you try to smile through it. it's getting more and more difficult to get through each day of work, and afterwards you have no energy for anything except sitting on your bed and wishing you could fall asleep. it's where you are now, letting out a quiet sigh and staring at the wall
your door creaks open, Childe sticking his horned head into the room and chirping worriedly. when you don't respond he whines, concern growing as he makes his way across the room, over to you, and carefully sits to your side. you tilt your head slightly, attempting to smile and reassure him that everything's okay, but the smile falters when he coos, fretting over you. the coos transition into purrs, meant to soothe and heal instead of expressing happiness, and you feel sturdy, sheathed arms wrap around you and pull you close. Childe rumbles steadily, cradling the back of your head in his claws, his Foul Legacy form big enough to encompass you entirely. with your cheek pressed against his chest he begins trailing his talons up and down your spine, drawing idle little shapes and patterns on your back as he presses his mouth to the top of your head. he's so warm and soft, blocking out the entire world until it's just you and him, holding you firmly as if to never allow anything else to hurt you as he gently rocks back and forth with you. your shoulders slump as you discard your fragile mask of false positivity and allow yourself to lean into Childe's touch, allow yourself to take a moment to yourself to indulge in his endless affections. there's a soft trill in your ear as he leans down to gauge your mood, and when you latch onto the scarf he wears, a loving croon filters from his chest and he holds you closer, treating you as gently as an injured bird. the soft growls and huffs he makes form no words, yet somehow you understand him all the same
rest. sleep. heal. love you. love you, love you, love you
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Hi wifiiii i sent an anon a couple of weeks ago about how i had a job interview and your writings helped calm me down--i LOVED the lil writing you did when responding and i wanted to pop back in and let you know that I GOT THE JOBBBBB :D you are truly an incredible writer and you convey such strong emotion through your pieces, im so glad i found your blog! (Also...imagine FL getting sick and u bundle him up in huge blankets and put a lil ice pack on his head between his horns and he insists hes fine but he needs to rest to get better so you sit on him to make him relax and even though hes so strong that he can just push you off, he grumbles and stays still but then falls asleep as you stroke his fur)
YAYAYAYYYAAYYAYYYY I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!! I'M SURE YOU'LL DO AMAZING :DD AND I'M SO GLAD I COULD HELP <333
oh my moon and stars yes- you take time off of work solely to care for Foul Legacy, even if he tries to insist that he doesn't need it. he's grumpier when he's mildly sick- he knows he's not in any danger, but it's uncomfortable and he can't sleep and his head hurts >:(( he's a lot more pouty too, grumbling when you come to readjust the blankets or make him a light soup, pulling the covers over his face when you tenderly brush his ginger hair. the only time he seems to be completely at peace is when he falls asleep leaning against you, claws clasped weakly around your wrist
secretly though, he really appreciates being pampered even more than usual. the fact that you were so worried- enough to stay home from work- just because he caught a cold already makes his heart melt, he just despises that he has to be taken care of. you've already done so much for him, he tries so hard to not make any trouble for you, and yet here he is, sick and in bed because of a pesky illness. but you don't seem to mind in the slightest, humming and cooing gently to him as your fingers press against his temples in an effort to lessen his headache, combing out all the tangles in his hair and fluff. no matter how he tries to huff and sulk, he finds himself gravitating back towards you, arms wrapped around your waist when you lay down on top of him. your extra weight really does help him fall asleep, he finds, and soon his grumbles turn into soft, tired purrs, leaning into your hand as you cup his face. you'll have to get up eventually, to make some tea or prepare more ice, but for now Foul Legacy sleeps soundly under your care, even though he's sick
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