She’s Always A Woman To Me.

My first real art of Beau !

either way, without a word, they place a warm blanket over your shoulders, letting their hands linger on your shoulders for just a moment before gently pulling away.

it isn't long before they're back with your favorite warm drink. something sweet and soothing that warms your hands as you hold it.

and they sit next to you, hand back to your shoulder, caressing your back with simple affectionate movements.

Even if they're upset, or angry, or caught up in excitement in their own ideas... The moment you speak up, they pause. Their expression softens the moment they hear you, subtle enough you almost miss it. They listen, brow furrowed in thought, and whilst you speak you can tell their turning your words over carefully in their mind.

They might ask follow-up questions, try to sway you to their side, or even disagree completely: regardless of their response, it's clear from the way they behave—speaking to you directly and as an equal, a level of respect often withheld from others—that they take your thoughts and feelings on the matter incredibly seriously.

Reminder for my disabled selfshippers: They still love you when your disability isn't pretty.

🌟 Your f/o still wants to stroke your hair when you haven't washed it in a week.

🌟 Your f/o still wants to hold you when you haven't changed out of yesterday's clothes.

🌟 Your f/o understands when you're irritable from pain, and isn't upset if you want to be alone.

🌟 Your f/o enjoy an evening in when you're bedbound just as much as a night out.

Your f/o's love isn't dependent in any way. You are loved with your disability, not despite it!