Laísanha!

warnings: none

notes: this is my first tumblr post and my first public headcanon. . . I hope you like it!

She is not a caring person. Shows of affection are rare, even with her brother.

This is because she is not used to affection

But since she met the stickiest person in the world (also you) everything has changed!

In the beginning you were the one who always started longer physical touches. Any initiative coming from her was non-existent.

Any initiative involving physical contact coming from her was non-existent. Unlike you, who surprised her with hugs and kisses. Physical touch has always been your language of love.

However, as time passes, things start to change slightly. She starts to initiate little ways to make you feel the heat of her skin; Put your hand over hers, gently caress her cheek with your thumb at random times and etc.

Inesperadamente, para alguém tão ansiosa quanto eu, esse amor surgiu de repente, e eu quero que ele dure. Eu quero me casar com você.

Sinto falta das cores Tenho saudade de ouvir rumores Da noite que passou Do beijos Dos passos

Sinto falta de aglomerar Tenho saudade dos amigos E de dar aquele grito Antes ou depois de abraçar

Sinto falta

Das músicas Das bebidas Tenho saudade de festejar De ser e se sentir livre

Sinto falta das cores Das roupas Do brilho E da noite

Eu sinto Temendo não saber Quando tudo isso vai passar

Mas no último verso gostaria de dizer Ei Bolsonaro, vai se ferrar!