@theircurse
It was normal for humans to fear the unknown, men && women alike would cower in fear when the sea shifted to accompany his form or when they'd see deep, dark eyes peering at them as they laid a gift at the foot of the shrine. It was not as old, not as intricate as the one that had been built for him centuries ago in a fishing village now thought to be cursed by outsiders, but humans had still been compelled to create something for the god that dwelled in the waters around Yokohama.
But when an offering of a tub of gourmet chocolate ice cream was placed at the makeshift altar, it was not from an adult wishing for a raise nor a high schooler praying for better grades, but a child. They sat expectantly at the altar, a doll in their arms, mismatched eyes gazing intently into the water as if expecting the god to raise himself before their very eyes.
Other gods could easily have children of their own, whether they used mortals as a surrogate or simply found a mate && had a child with one another. Gods like Lovecraft were often abandoned && forgotten by godly society, seen as stains upon the God of the Sea's record. Yet, so many of his kind desired children of their own && were often gifted children when they were unable to have their own.
...This child was no such gift. In fact, they were familiar to him, but the pang of protectiveness, of need to care for something, pushed Lovecraft so speak.
❝ You have...returned... ❞ Spoke with great effort, whispered voice echoing off the port, ❝ Are you not afraid? ❞
