#usually it's reserved for thunderstorm nights when they need just a little extra safety

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

One of Munkustrap's first conscious memories was being in the circle of Deuteronomy's arms, practically buried in his fur on all sides and surrounded by his scent, listening to the way his voice reverberated under his ear as he sang to them. He used to sing a hymn to him and Tugger when they were small, but Munkustrap could never remember what the words were; just what the rhythm and cadence felt like. Oddly enough, he never thought to ask; he felt as though putting tangible words to the memory would sharpen it too much - the softened edges were part of what made it so appealing, and what made it feel so safe to revisit when everything became too much.

[theimpossiblescheme]

#When overwhelmed sometimes he'll tuck his arms around himself and hum the song to himself#i'm listening to paul robeson again#and i just keep thinking of deuteronomy singing old hymns to his children#he'll hum it to silly and jemima too when he has the presence of mind to change it up#usually it's reserved for thunderstorm nights when they need just a little extra safety

One of Munkustrap's first conscious memories was being in the circle of Deuteronomy's arms, practically buried in his fur on all sides and surrounded by his scent, listening to the way his voice reverberated under his ear as he sang to them. He used to sing a hymn to him and Tugger when they were small, but Munkustrap could never remember what the words were; just what the rhythm and cadence felt like. Oddly enough, he never thought to ask; he felt as though putting tangible words to the memory would sharpen it too much - the softened edges were part of what made it so appealing, and what made it feel so safe to revisit when everything became too much.