Mar 11
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
His skin was still damp, like early dew. He must've taken a shower whilst Stone was sleeping. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. He looked so fond that he couldn't stand it. His heart squeezed. He should be happy with this, really. Waking up to him smiling at him was more than he'd ever dared to hope for. It was hard, though, to keep his mind from wandering, and to keep himself from imagining how it'd feel to have his arms around his waist as Robotnik whispered a Hello, you, against his lips.
it's been five thousand years because i had a really stressful/busy start to the year but i finally have an update, enjoy
