Knitting

Typhon gave a low, rumbling sigh. Something in his chest always rumbled, he was too large *not* to rumble, though the softness with how he moved and the gaze he turned down to the lamb knitting in his lap caused his gaze to lose any of the harshness it carried. Even without eyes he always seemed to glare at everyone but his sweet lamb, lowering his good hand to gingerly stroke her cheek with his thumb against her cheek with a clicking growl leaving his chest. It was how he purred, Mother knew well enough not to finch from the noise and instead closed her eyes to lean back into his chest and tip her head into his palm with a soft hum. Typhon finally spoke, watching the moon filter through the ruby of his head to create brilliant patterns against the stark white of her soft wool. "My darling, how is it so easy for you to be so kind to the others, those that wish to do you harm and those you do not know?" Typhon's words were gentle, moving his hand to her ear as she set her knitting down to turn her ever kind and gentle gaze up to him. He'd always described her as warm honey, sweet and comforting, even now she was knitting a scarf for someone down in the village too terrified to come into the caves. They had a right to be, the last time anyone wandered too deep the little peppermint boy had ended up eaten. "Because, my gem, others have not been kind to me." Mother's words never lost their sweetness, the soft smile never left her lips though there was a slight sadness behind her eyes. Typhon only nodded, understanding but not really why she'd softened where blows were meant to harden her. "You're a remarkable creature." He'd nearly mumble his words, lowering the tip of his muzzle to the top of her head in a ginger form of a kiss. Mother only chuckled, lifting her head to press her nose into the space where his skull connected to his flesh. His nerves were more sensitive there, she knew he'd feel it and feeling the fur of his chest puff slightly behind her always amused her. "And you're a beautiful gemstone." Both were words of affection beyond a simple 'I love you' from the pair, Mother settling back into her knitting with a quiet humming and Typhon settling back against the rock wall to turn his gaze to the stars his son seemed to have vanished into.