โ๐ข ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซโ
Summary: doodling in his arm while on a call. Eventually he falls asleep like the big golden retriever he isโฆ
March 2015
This time of year was bliss. Lounging in your London flat while the setting sun leaks in through the windows. Birds singing their final calls before returning to their own nests. The apartment wasnโt too big or flashy, but it was cozy and perfect because it was his too.
You had been on a call for the past hour, catching up with an old friend or family member. By now the sun was almost fully out of view, those first shimmers of Orion lighting the sky.
He had melted against your side, head rested against your shoulder listening to your side of the conversation. He always did this, as if he was a big warm golden retriever. He had the loyalty aspects.
The light brush strokes of your pen moved from paper to skin. Gentle swirls and intricate details, blending in with his real tattoos. All of them a map of where heโd been, everything heโd achieved.
He watched as the ink soaked onto his skin, no obligations, not even a reaction. Apart from the quiet scoff when you held his wrist still.
He always joked about getting one of them actually done. Your work on his skin forever, irreversible and so romantic at the same time. You never took it seriously, but he did, it would mean the world to him.
He watched the way you spoke, the small twitches in your face when smiling or reacting. Nothing could beat this, not the northern lights or Paris on a winter night. Just you and him comfortable in each otherโs existence.
He reached a careful hand out to brush your hair behind your ear. His thumb resting against your cheekbone for an extra second. You didnโt make a fuss about it, this was his basic everyday affection. So instead you just pressed a light kiss on the pad of his thumb.
Eventually you started running one of your hands through his hair. Twisting the loose curls around your fingers before starting from the top again. This was how it always was, and always will be.
Heโd started dropping even more, you didnโt think much of it just kept talking and brushing his hair. Once his breathing turned into a light snore your voice got quieter.
โHey Iโm gonna have to go but Iโll speak to you soonโ you whisper before hanging up. You glance down at his peaceful face, lost in his own dream world inside his head.
You smile to yourself before pressing a light kiss to his forehead.
I had a vision but then it got messy at the end๐. Also ignore the fact thereโs like no dialogue again I cba and had no idea what to say.
