There’s something tender with the concept of an Eldritch/barely comprehncable being lover, the very idea of them is a seed sewn into the fabric of your DNA, the concept so outside yourself to learn of it is to rewrite your brain.
To gaze upon them in their whole entirety would kill you, yet the glimpses of it and care put into maintaining a pretty little human makes your brain yearn to know their whole self as they know yours.
You’ll never know it’s true name, however you know the tender caress of something waiting just outside your conscience that wraps your soul tightly in its grasp- waiting for permission to enter the very scape of your mind.
It could very easily break the barrier between itself and your fragile sense of reality yet it waits, something like tendrils caressing inside your skull with light brushes waiting and waiting— but it would wait forever. And it could, would.
You know once you nod it will swell into you, not your body but the concept of who you are and perceive yourself as, hold the essence of your very being in its many layers of thought and presence.
An act of intimacy, an invasion drenched admiration, curiosity.
It could kill you, drive you mad, erase you from reality on a whim. Yet you nod, knowing the sudden rush of thought, feeling and indescribable concepts flooding and filling every inch of your skin and mind is warm. So, so warm.
You hope the warmth will fill the cracks in your aching soul, it will- it does, and it stays there. Forever.
