#soffttt

Warmth coalesces softly. The hopeful glint of dawn cascades down the curtains veiling the only window in the bedroom. You deviate from appreciating its gradual overturn along the walls to glade your eyes over at him. Eyes are a window, and they showcase your reverence. His posture is lax, the rich, warm undertones of bare skin further colorized by daybreak. His limbs are tacked above his head, eyes closed, and a curving smile shapes his features. Respite coddles him.

He feels you there, reaching out to the side and encapsulating your hand in his. The pads of your fingertips are cool to the touch, and he brings them to his lips, thawing with assured breaths. You shiver as the gust accumulates the slightest bit of moisture over the digits. An easy smile finds its way to your lips. He pulls your hand from his mouth but keeps ahold, massaging idly over your knuckles.

You shift over on your side to face, the rucked blankets your attaché as your free hand finds its way to his dark vines of hair spread over the pillow every which way. You extract the nearest strand and drape it across the space between his nose and mouth in a youthful gesture. You’re now granted a visual of what Hunter would look like with a mustache.

Hunter’s soft huff of disapproval is noncommittal. You sequester away a giggle in the back of your hand. The cosplay of facial hair falls away from his face. Hunter is spurred from the laving of a lazy rest and shifts quickly over top of you, smirking down in sodded triumph. His arms are secure bars on either side of your head, palms flattened to the bed and elbows locked while his weight balances carefully on your torso.

Omg Tobirama doesn't trust anyone lmao he needs to see for himself that you're okay. Gets frustrated you aren't fully recovered but also because he cant concentrate on working because he is stuck thinking about you 🤭

Send “You’re so tiny” for my muses reaction.  

@aeternitasintricatae

To be entirely fair, she was a tiny thing. Standing at a mere 5′0″ and still able to shop in the junior’s section at the department store did qualify her for the petite label. She had to climb onto the counter to get things off of the top shelf, had to get an adjustable shower head because it always missed her hair, and often had to wear heels in order to be acknowledged as an adult. Lately, it seemed people were not satisfied with her claims of being a grown woman.

Juliette peered up at Henry, bright eyes wide and clearly still processing his statement. After a few seconds she flushed red, covering her face with her hands. At least he had not called her the dread ‘s’ word. If it had been anyone else, she may have been insulted, but the way he said it made it into something almost...endearing.

She peered at him through her fingers, desperately trying to hold back a shy smile as she considered how to respond. Slowly, she pulled her hands away, now shifting her weight back and forth from her heels to her toes in a rocking motion. 

For all that it was worth, he knew how to make her blush. Juliette shook her head.