Loving someone is a process. Whether that’s God, or that’s another sticky human, it’s a process. The movies will say it’s something different but— no matter how instant that first draw to someone is— love is a building process. It’s doors unlocking. It’s windows breaking. It’s the discovery of new rooms inside of yourself. It’s the dark. And it’s the light. And it’s dark and light all scrambled into one. At the root of it, it’s a slow, trusting, building process that starts with letting someone in.
A/N: Hello hello! This is kind of funny because it’s for both @mrsbatesmotel53 and her Motel Playlist Challenge, and @iwantthedean‘s YouAU Challenge played well into the little bit of mind-fuckery that takes place in this fic. Just to clarify, this is a third part of the Love’s Soldier series. Reading the first two definitely helps. This gets kinda dark pretty damn quick.
In an attempt to get her stubborn son to give love another chance, Griselda not only paraded eligible bachelorettes around Bog, but she would go absolutely nutty over any and all goblin babies she happened to come across.
Griselda: “OH, MY GOODNESS! AREN’T YOU JUST THE SWEETEST THING?! COME HERE YOU LITTLE MUNCHKIN! WHAT A CUTIE PIE! I WISH I HAD A GRANDBABY AS ADORABLE AS YOU! YES I DO! OH, YES I DO!”
Bog: “Mom, will ye stop before ye inhale the poor kid?”