#daddy issues by thenbhd are actually playing rn while i word vomit this bc oh my god (pun intended) i need simon

[tojisun]

simon’s not used to this—the boundless devotion shining in your eyes. how, when you are lost, you look onto him for guidance; for a tether; for a warm hand on your back as he wades you through the shifting tides.

simon’s not used to being the one to receive such loyalty, unyielding and whole. because he had been so used to being the one on his knees; the dog who heels; the mutt that is leashed.

he’s not used to being the divine; the one being worshipped; the one with its priestess.

but here you are, in front of him, shaking, faithful. eyes wet with tears, yes, but chin tipped up. waiting for his blessing. his gift. his passion.

simon croons, cupping your cheek and swiping just underneath your eye. like this, he feels untouchable. like a magnanimous entity. like the only one who is worthy of you.

“i know, i know,” he says. “i’ve got you, sweetheart. i’ve got you.”

you nuzzle your cheek into his palm, mewling, breaths hitching, and so, so putty. so trusting. so reverent of him.

simon’s lip trembles because how could someone ever make him feel bigger than he truly is? how could someone love him so much that he feels like he is soaring up above?

how could someone see his scars and his anger, and still find comfort in his chaos?

(this must be why prometheus stole the embers of the fire and offered it to the humans—because isn’t it so addicting to be needed?)