The Grand Highblood sat on his throne. Strong and scary… except for the sight of the baby wriggler on his leg.

You where purring and kneading into the fabric of your fathers pants, pulling and pushing with your itty bitty pincers. Your father looked down at you on his leg, playfully pressing down on your head with a finger, which elicited a hiss from you.

“ Oooh. Hissing at me now, are you? And I thought you loved me. “

He picked you up, thumb rubbing your chubby cheek, and back to purring you went.. comfy and content in papa’s arms.

“ Now where are your brothers…?? I told those dipshits they only needed to grab a few things- But they’ve been at that damned store for nearly two hours. “

The Grand Highblood complained— Of course Kurloz and Gamzee were late. And not even fashionably late. But then he looked back down at you, squishing your chunky face.

“ You’d never do that to me, would you? You’re an angel compared to those two tornadoes. “

He lifted you to his face, giving you a gentle nuzzle and chuff. Yeah. He was a murderous Ancestor with little respect for … anyone. But, you were his baby. A third heir, yes, but not less important to him than any of his other two offspring.