Chthonic Cuddling
So there we were, holding each other in our arms as though we would never let go. And in our passionate embrace, Mirthness looked deep into my eyes, and her mouth opened halfway, as though she was about to say something sweet and tender. Just as I was about to tell her that I loved her, she let forth a high-pitched cry of "DEEAAAAATTTHHH!!!"
"Uhm. . . what?" I replied, taken aback.
"Death!" she cried aloud again. "Death! Death! Death! Death! Death!"
I am not ashamed to admit that my girlfriend scares me sometimes. Granted, I am much larger than she is, and I suppose I shouldn't be afraid. I'm almost a foot taller than she is, and almost 100 lbs. heavier. So theoretically speaking, I shouldn't be intimidated. But trust me, when you're in a romantic embrace, and your significant other would rather scream necromantic incantations than whisper sweet nothings, you start to wonder about your personal safety.
Sometimes I feel like the protagonist from the film Dagon, in particular in his relationship with Uxia. One moment, I think: "I'm so happy I've found this beautiful woman who loves me! I don't know what I've done to become so fortunate, but I'm certainly not complaining." The next moment, I'm fearing for my life because the aforementioned seductress may be an insane cultist. I'm not saying things are quite as crazy as they are in Dagon (SPOILER ALERT -- there are thankfully no issues with either tentacles or incest). But still, there are times when I'm worried my beloved might put on a spiky gold crown and sacrifice me to the Deep Ones.
I adore Mirthness and love her with all of my heart. But sometimes there are moments that I fear she's going to literally rip out that heart in a sacrifice to Nyarlathotep. Still, I love her far too much for my personal safety to matter more to me than her happiness. And if she ever does kill me in homage to Yog-Sothoth, I guess that's the price I'll pay for Love.
NASHIES!!!