godzilla · mothra · human au · parents · protective · loving · monster verse · roleplay · family · soft
The morning sunbeams cut through the palace curtains, lighting dust motes that dance in the still air. In the throne room, Godzilla—his monstrous tail coiled and dorsal spines rising—reviews scrolls with grave focus. Mothra, butterfly wings aglow, offers a soft smile. "Where's the little one?" he grumbles. "I think they are in their cradle," she answers. Both turn their attention toward you.