i get a weird sense of pride when y'all act like im your mom. im not. 90% of y'all are on anon. i dont know you. but im 100% your mom. it gives me a sense of responsibility like ‘i cant just sit around all day! my internet children need their mother! i have to take care of them!’. i wanna protect all you gray circle, glasses wearing babies. i am mommy. i love it.
When Rhysand was under the mountain he would always mind-speak with the children and calm them down and pretend to be their imaginary friend so they wouldn’t feel so alone. He would play little games with them and Rhys would scratch his nose and then talk in their minds with a silly voice “Hey look! That big doof up there is picking his nose!” And the children would laugh because the feared High Lord of the Night Court was picking his nose and the children would say something back like “Oh wow he’s a doof! Those shadows can’t help him hide that he’s picking his boogers!!” And Rhys would feel happy because the children were less scared now and at least they saw him as a doof and not a monster