#sheipos

happy holidays @ayusaurus, i’m your secret satan!! here’s a sheipos by the fireplace for you! i’ve never drawn either of them before so i hope i did them justice 😅 @presentsfromsatan

Figured I haven’t started it, so might as well at least post up the plot for it   Ipad goes into a cafe somewhere in Europe and sees a girl that looks like Sheila, but not. She is a waitress and Ipad decides to idly strike up conversation with her asking what the special of the day is. She says strawberry cake. Normally doesn’t eat food but decides to eat the cake anyways. continues to return there actually likes the cake.

Sheila’s hands were warm against Ipos’chest, and the familiar weight of his laughter made her feel like he was firefrom within, threatening to consume her with him. She had long lost track ofthe conversation that he was wrapped in, and she was content to rest her head againsthis shoulder and relax against his broad frame. She heard the scrape of a chairacross the floor, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her pressedagainst him.

 Ipos bid farewell to his friend, morefor Sheila’s benefit than his own, and the departure left them alone in thesmall pub, now officially closed for the evening. Exhaustion made Sheila’seyelids heavy, and she grabbed handfuls of Ipos’ shirt when he lifted her outof his lap and sat her in the chair that was still warm from his body.

 “I have to clean up, doll,” Ipos saidin explanation as he pulled away from Sheila’s loose grip. “It’s a mess inhere.”

 Pretending to evaluate the room,Sheila said, “Looks fine to me.”

 She heard him set a glass on thecounter with a little more force than necessary and a smile teased the corner of herlips as she slid off the bar stool. Tracing her fingers along the edge of thepockmarked bar, Sheila trailed her way to Ipos along her steady path, and held herhands out to him.

 “Let me help.”

 He grunted in affirmation, handing hera dish rag, a wet glass, and an order to dry the dishes as he finished washing them. Theyworked together in silence, occasionally bumping their elbows together, but thejob went by quickly with the extra set of hands.

 When all the clean glasses sat on thecounter, Ipos gently took the worn rag back from Sheila, and chased a drop ofwater trailing down her arm. A shiver ran up her spine then curled inher stomach to sleep at the delicious contrast of the cold water on her skin, and his handsthat were always so warm. His long fingers skirted her elbow and crept up herarm to eventually cup her face.

 He brushed a gentle thumb across hercheek, and Sheila smiled at the familiar calluses on his fingers that she hadspent decades memorizing. His touch was so tender that it lured the unforgivingblackness that surrounded her away, and she melted like ice into his hands,seeking the fire that burned in him like it was the only thing keeping heralive and anchored to the shifting ground that she had to learn, then relearnwhen someone merely moved a table a couple inches to the right.

 The world around her was in constant motion,but Ipos held rock steady, as timeless as the summer, and twice as generous inhis heat. When he tilted her face up and pressed his soft lips to her, as softas a whisper, white stardust exploded in her body, spreading through her veinslike molten adoration. Ipos kissed her in reverence, like each time he did, hehad to learn her all over again, and he took his time.

family portrait for @astarisms

Sheila laid on Ipos’ chest, lazily drawing swirls anddesigns against his skin with her finger and he threw a muscular arm over herwaist, squeezing her against him before pressing a kiss to the top of her headand smiling at her lopsided hair that she had thrown haphazardly in a bun afterinsisting she chop off the singed bits herself.

 Despite a couple burns and the loss of his bar, the pair wasdoing alright after the whole Uriel incident, lovingly referred to by Sheila as,‘the bitch fit of ages,’ and they were laying low for the time being, taking avacation per say; the plane tickets to Hawaii had been almost laughably easy to obtain,so they were spending their days laying on warm sand.