Terzo loves all his ghouls, no matter what others think of them.
Mist and her carnivorous tendencies. Blood dripping down from her mouth and the flesh of an intruder under her nails, second guessing her actions after the sister of sin that she had saved ran off screaming in terror at the sight of the ghoulette.
“I am dangerous.”
Terzo cups her face, unflinching at the red that now stains his hands as well.
“You are my first summon, my closest friend. I will look at you with nothing but adoration. You are a hero here. I love you, no matter how you protect us.”
Zephyr and his pain. There are days when it is too hard to stand even with a cane, days when he can barely crawl out of bed. His powers are impacted by his condition, and sometimes he feels useless.
“I am defective.”
Terzo sits by his side, offering to massage his knees- to serve a ghoul, something no other Papa has done.
“There are days when I can barely leave my room, too. You are not broken. You are just as important as every other ghoul here. I love you, no matter how you are feeling.”
Ifrit and his unpredictability. One minute, he can be smiling, and the next burning with rage. He worries he is too emotional for others to handle. He ignites so easily.
“I am a hazard.”
Terzo shakes his head, stamping out another small fire caused by the overly excited ghoul.
“You feel deeply, that is all. So do I. There is nothing wrong with feeling. You have heart and passion, such strong ones at that. I love you, no matter how you express yourself.”
Pebble and his stature, something he was often picked on for in The Pit. He’s not as visibly intimidating, not as commanding as the other ghouls. He worries no one will take him seriously.
“I am not enough.”
Terzo smirks, giving his arm a playful nudge.
“You are just as ferocious as any other ghoul. You are a leader, someone who can command attention. What you look like does not determine your worth. I love you, even if you don’t feel worthy of your position.”
Alpha and his stoicism. He’s afraid of letting people in, worried that if he shows his affection, they will be taken from him in one way or another. He holds his true thoughts and feelings back so much, making him cold.
“I am afraid to say how I truly feel.”
Terzo softly takes his hand, pausing for a moment before speaking.
“You do not have to say what you are feeling, you already show it through your actions. I know just how strongly you love, how much you truly care. Just because you have not said it, does not mean it can not be understood. I love you, and I will wait as long as it takes until you can say it back.”
Omega and his fears. He worries about anything and everything. He worries that, because of his nature, he will somehow harm those he loves. He draws away, afraid to even touch.
“I will hurt you.”
Terzo rests his hand against the ghoul’s arm, watching as he slowly relaxes under the contact. He kisses his face softly, brushing his thumb lightly against his lips, just enough to expose fangs.
“I have never once believed that. I am not afraid of you. I know who you are, what you are. You are the most gentle lover I have ever had, and the most handsome creature I have ever seen. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
