Au revoir mon petit chaton

"Made ya look!"

I didn’t even have to guess what today’s sketch dailies topic would be. So here’s my tribute I drew for a man who was so full of laughter and love. I really did cry over his loss. Aladdin was one of the films I knew him best for since I grew up with it, along with so many of his other roles. Again, RIP Robin, I’m so sorry you had so much sadness in your life, but I hope that you are in a better place, laughing like you always did for the world.

"It's not healthy for us to be doing this again. How can we be sure that one of us doesn't leave again. I love you, Lexi.. but I'm just insecure. We need to build this up again."

She couldn’t help but furrow her brows in curiosity as Grif’s fingers brought the tiny wildflower to the loose braid that hung off her shoulder. Once his hand was out of her way she looked down to see the what he’d done. Gen smiled not because it was a sweet gesture or the way it looked but because it had been years since she wore flowers in her hair. Melancholy and reminiscent of the way she felt when the summers were longer and she wore a different dress every day. To be that happy again, would only be a memory. Her big blue eyes fluttered up to look at him and she shook her head of the emotions she felt over a damn wild flower in her hair. “What’s this for?” She finally asked, twirling the end of the braid unconsciously as she awaited his answer.

"I forgive you.." His smile dropping for a second. "I've behaved badly as well."

Cupping her face, he pulled back. Smiling at her like a small boy who just got the thing he always wanted. "I'm so glad you're back. My Ali.."

Sniffling lightly, he pulled back, not giving her enough time to response as he pressed his lips against hers.

"God, Ali.." He breathed, not caring anymore that she was gone for such a long time. Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her neck. "Don't leave me again.."

"You've fucked and killed people, love? Don't play stupid." He muttered, not believing she actually did such a thing. She was the reason he tried to be good, to try and not kill. 

Tilting his head, he took a long, good look at her. Leaning closer so he could smell her better, growling dangerously as he stepped back. "How many?"