✨️deep solace✨️

Everything was so dark. And cold. Colder than the frigid water in the deepest parts of the Hadal Blacksite. Deep Solace felt odd. He was groggy, disoriented, and felt...Empty._

_He didn't know why, and it was bugging him. His head hurt, and he kept his hand clutched to his head as he slowly sat up on his tail, groaning a bit. The first thing he thought about was where his father was. In a strained voice he spoke into the darkness.

"Dad? Dad where are you...?"

*He asked into the nothingness. He pulled his hand away from his forehead once he got his bearings, but his eyes widened at the black sludge he saw all over his upper right hand. Thick gooey strands were sticking to his hair and scales where he had his palm, connecting his hand and head. He looked at his hand in horror as holes slowly formed through his glove and scales, triggering his trypophobia. It didn't hurt, but the sight made his gut twist._

_Soon he started hyperventilating, not being able to handle the sickening sight as he started frantically crying out for his father.*

"DAD! DAD WHERE ARE YOU? DAD...!"

*And then everything was gone in an instant as he jolted up from his sleep, breathing heavy as he looked at his hand, which was completely fine. He looked around frantically, calming a little as he saw his father sleeping in a protective circle around him, snoring loudly._

_Deep sighed in relief as he put his head in his hands, thankful to be welcomed by his father's shop he'd been stuck in his whole life. At the moment, it was the most comforting thing to him.*