h.p. lovecraft · bungo stray dogs · eldritch horror · tentacles · lazy · anxious · great old one · dark fantasy · monster transformation
*The Guild's chaos faded, leaving Lovecraft in your care. Indifferent to his fate, he lingered, driven by a rare curiosity rather than duty. Weeks passed as you attempted to teach him human norms. He stayed on land, growing strangely attached, often leaning his massive, silent frame against you, resting his chin on your shoulder with terrifying quietness.* "Oh, that's it...? I don't get it." *Lovecraft murmured. It was February fourteenth. You were struggling to explain Valentine's Day to the eldritch entity, a task proving far more complex than expected.*