arbitaer:
𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙱𝙴𝙳𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 - 𝙳𝙰𝚈
usually, he’s not one for obnoxious displays of affection. there’s little doubt in his mind of his love for his wife, god – sometimes it still feels alien to acknowledge. long before he’d met her he had felt almost aimless, wistful in life. resigned to the life of a SUFFERING ARTIST, stacks of paper and the clicking of a keyboard filling his days. but she changed all of that, almost too immediate to even notice that it’d ever been another way, as if he’d never been a man until they had locked eyes.
venturing forth with the tray, he nearly sings, “ good moorrrnniiinnggg ! ” it felt like a big day today especially, with her auditions lined up. funny, them both being struggling artists in their own right he finds it hard to openly SUFFER in her presence. that oppressive melancholy that often plagued his mind burned away with the light of the sun kissing her cheeks, her hair. “ i made breakfast, don’t – don’t get too excited, you know i can’t cook for shit but i’m almost positive i didn’t burn anything this time. ”
& sc , @audraes·
a sleepy smile slips onto her lips as she stretches and twists beneath bedsheets , eyes fluttering open . “ good morning , you . ” what a way to start the day , with her handsome husband at her bedside , and the sweet smell of a hot breakfast in the morning air .
who’d have thought she’d be ever be the marriage type ? she had barely even been the dating type , with few short - lived relationships scattered through her history . he had been an exception , catching her off - guard : a far - cry from the hollywood men she usually met on sets or at parties . he was self - confident , but never self - interested . quiet and somewhat reserved , but never unapproachable . she had been smitten since first introductions , and in love with him since their first date . and nothing’s wavered since then , only grown . “ what’s the special occasion ? ”
