ā¤ for a kiss on the palm (any of our ships because it's been a minute) - relentlessdremer (because tumblr's decided i can't be logged in on your page)
softer prompts
Rhys watched silent and still as his wife signed to him. Honestly, he would never get over how beautiful she was and something about the way she signed was even more beautiful to him. Perhaps it was the sheer fact she had chosen to learn to communicate with him better or perhaps it was just the way her smooth hands moved so gently as she communicated with them. Either way, it didnāt matter if she was erring grievances or giving encouragement. He always felt warm inside when she chose to sign for him. It was a kindness she didnāt owe and yet she often did it anyway.
He waited until there was just a brief break in her signs, until the perfect moment, before leaning up and pecking a quick kiss to her palm. He gently touched her wrist, then slid his fingers up the back of her hand, a warm smile meeting his features as his eyes met hers. Then, he took the liberty of kissing her knuckles too, for good measure. Biting his lip, he paused, then signed,
ā I promise I was listening, but I couldnāt help myself...Ā ā
