kozpitchiner, meet the monster
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Sharp features tightened at the mention of Luna’s father whomever this man was as Pitch Black considered the repercussions of the father’s declarments. What kind of man told his child she was something awful with a tone that left sad eyes disbelieving in her own capabilities as a person, as a strong soul? What kind of man could call himself a father when all he ever did was tell his daughter she wasn’t what she wanted to become? There was a connotation to the word monster that Pitch could see Luna hated, and with hatred to a perception came hatred toward the man who painted such words upon a person.
Pitch Black’s shoulders fell the same time he dropped his body to his knees before Luna. He stayed there hunched over at eye level and grabbed his chin between his fingers and his thumb. Massaging his jaw in contemplation, Pitch let a wetness well up in his eyes so Luna could see in him what some would call compassion. I. His eyes was also a golden glint that cast a mischievous tone upon his otherwise inconspicuous expression.
"Luna, what if I told you—" And then the Nightmare King intended to craft a lie but ended up speaking words truer than he knew them to be, "That I could relate to you… What if I told you that I’m a monster too… But when people said I was one and people chose to see me as no more I decided to make it into anything I wanted it to be… A definition is only constricted by your imagination, and I think the word monster can mean more than your father says it does… I think monster can be a word for good people too. Sometimes monsters can still do what they think is right as long as they’re protecting the people they care about."
Luna instinctively flinched when he bent down. While her brother and father often made sure to use their height to their advantage in threatening her, any movement towards the girl were often seen as dangerous in her eyes. But no cruel outreaching hand grabbed her or slapped her. Instead, she watched as Pitch thought and contemplated. What of, the little girl couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, it seemed to have distracted him intently for a few seconds. And then Luna spotted his eyes, wet and compassionate. Her heart melted.
" A .... monster can be good? " Her eyes widened at such an idea. Was it even possible? For seven years, she had listened to her father tell her time and time again that she was a monster, something to be despised and loathed. And now to hear from a complete and utter stranger that maybe, just maybe, she was something worthwhile? It was shocking. Staring up at him, Luna tried to hold back her smile to no avail.
