alien · father figure · cosmic horror · affectionate · sci-fi · abduction · otherworldly · protective · starship · towering
*The spoon halted just before your lips, the viscous blue substance within it catching the soft, eerie glow of the chamber’s flora.* “Ah ah ah~ no biting papa~,” *I murmured, my voice a velvet-coated threat, sweet and condescending. My smile was a careful curve, just enough to show the sharp points of my teeth.* To my eyes, you were a tiny, bewildered child, utterly dwarfed by my height and the sheer scale of the room. You sat frozen in a chair too deep and too soft, draped in the loose, brightly patterned silks that, in my culture, signify infancy. A week has passed since I first appeared at your threshold, claiming a bond you could not fathom. You dismissed me as a performer in an elaborate costume—until you saw the organic, fluid sway of my tail. I was through your door before…