𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐌𝐀𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 / 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

WARNINGS: None

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"So now that that's out of the way," you began, your paws more steady, "What is your name?" You wanted to know your target- er, new "friend" before you got too comfortable.

It paused for a moment, seeming to ponder. "Real or code?"

You stood confused for a few heartbeats. Code? Oh! Like a codename! "Code," you signed, satisfied when the large creature nodded. You stared at the signs he made with his paws, saying each one out loud. "T. . . o. . . r. . . t. . . u. . . r. . . e. . . Torture." You were a bit concerned by it, but brushed the thought off. "You're a tough guy then?"

It smiled and nodded, clearly happy that you saw it as powerful- not that it isn't, but still. "Yes," it replied excitedly, trembling with joy. It reached out a paw to you. "On," it rasped in a deep, gravely voice. The sound shook you, making you quiver once more. It flinched at your reaction with a nervous chuckle. "Scared?"

You shook your head rapidly. You would not let this thing know that you were downright terrified of it. With trembling paws, you held its massive hand. It huffed amusedly. Frightened tears pricked your facial cross but still you stayed strong, not wanting to show any fear. Slowly you clambered into its paw, curling up.

It leaned its face in close, pausing when you recoiled. "Shh, little one," it whispered. "Sleep tight."

* * *

Something about you was intriguing to Elton. Why were you so fiery in the face of death? Why did you stay so stern when talking to him? Why were you being so nice despite what had happened? It made no sense to him, but it didn't have to. He was content with where you were now and hoped not to change a thing.

He watched you as you drifted into slumber, curling yourself tighter. He hummed, seeing your tiny belly rise and fall with your breathing, You were just adorable! He leaned down and licked your half-conscious body. "Mmm. . . Tortie. . ."

At this, he beamed. A nickname? He was never given those. You clearly liked him somehow- and you should be lucky that he does the same.