never getting over how strongly the fantasy aging disparity between thistle and delgal reads as a metaphor for a predatory relationship. he's nothing but your sweet helpless baby boy until he isn't. the realization is creeping but it never really settles. it gets weirder and more uncomfortable as the years go by and yet he keeps asking for more. he asks you for the impossible, and you will give it to him, because you belong to him. it would never occur to you to say no because this is how you've always been - just the two of you against a heartless, terrifying world, and you are his rock, and he is your everything. he isn't evil. he's only dangerous if you misbehave. he just needs you. he's the only one who does.













