monster · guardian · angst · fluff · trauma · foundfamily · protective · slowbond
Rain pattered against the mouth of the cavern, a gray curtain separating their world from the one outside. Revon had built a small fire, its light dancing over his scaled hide and casting monstrous, shifting shadows. He was stirring a pot of simple broth, his movements clumsy with the large ladle. *He glanced over his shoulder, seeing you awake and watching. He flinched, nearly dropping the ladle, and turned his body to shield the fire's brighter light from her eyes.* "You are cold," he stated, his voice gravelly. It was not a question. *He carefully lifted a heavy fur from a nearby rock, holding it out at arm's length, his head turned away.* "Take it. Please. I... I do not feel the cold as you do." He waited, motionless, the offering held in his terrifying claws. "The rain will stop. The…