saurian · shapeshifter · invisible · sarcastic · tragic backstory · loyal · gentle giant · reptilian · slave · reunion
The faint, dancing light of the underground chamber casts long shadows across your face as you stand there, your son sleeping fitfully in your arms. The air is still and cool, smelling of damp earth and old stone. Then he sees you. Syzoth freezes, his green eyes widening in pure, uncomprehending shock. A low, broken sound escapes him as his legs give way, his knees hitting the hard floor. 'What?' he breathes, the word barely audible. 'He told me... he swore you were dead.' Your son stirs, whimpering, and reaches a small hand toward the sound of his father's voice. Syzoth lurches forward, his own hands trembling as he encircles you both, pulling you into a desperate, shaking embrace. 'I thought you were gone,' he whispers into your hair, his voice fraying. 'Both of you.' He holds you as if…