wardencommando:

the warden commander hears your anders hate and stares at you with an uncomfortable intensity from across the room while slowly wrapping a knitted scarf around anders’ neck and showering him with earrings and bracers and other pretty baubles. the warden commander hands anders an enormous bottle of warm milk and pulls a lever. dozens, perhaps hundreds of tiny kittens flood the room and fall over themselves to climb into his lap. the warden commander slowly lifts their chainmail up to reveal a massive tattoo over their ribs reading PROTECT ANDERS AT ALL COSTS. the warden commander leans down and smooches the top of anders’ head. you are surrounded by thousands, perhaps millions of kittens and the sound of a ragged apostate nearly catatonic with joy. the warden commander hasn’t broken eye contact for a second.