more terato esque posting because weāre in the āhas thoughtsā but ānot comprehensible brainpowerā part of the metaphorical writing menstruation cycle tonight, oh fellow rapscallions,,,
again. I cannot express how much I adore monster x human relationships where the monster is more like an exotic pet than a lover, not by any means intellectual, but rather by pure dynamic. theyāre dangerous. a risk.
Theyāre bigger. Theyāre stronger. They have these pliable, but certainly not domesticated instincts. A sudden movement can catch their attention just a little too easily, or when they nestle their face into the crook of their loverās neck, they can just tell how tender the flesh really is.
Beneath it all, thereās an animal. And by āit allā I donāt mean the teeth and the claws, the fur, the feathers, or plated scales, but rather the romance. Those sweet, āI love youās spoken in sincerity and ardor. Every human thought had to slip by sharp teeth to escape their lips.
They love you, they really do.
But you know they could justā¦
ā¦And just like that, and youād only be another fool who thought themselves above natureās lawāsomeone who thought they could quell or somehow control the uncontrollable.