“𝐢 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫“
Summary: doodling in his arm while on a call. Eventually he falls asleep like the big golden retriever he is…
March 2015
This time of year was bliss. Lounging in your London flat while the setting sun leaks in through the windows. Birds singing their final calls before returning to their own nests. The apartment wasn’t too big or flashy, but it was cozy and perfect because it was his too.
You had been on a call for the past hour, catching up with an old friend or family member. By now the sun was almost fully out of view, those first shimmers of Orion lighting the sky.
He had melted against your side, head rested against your shoulder listening to your side of the conversation. He always did this, as if he was a big warm golden retriever. He had the loyalty aspects.
The light brush strokes of your pen moved from paper to skin. Gentle swirls and intricate details, blending in with his real tattoos. All of them a map of where he’d been, everything he’d achieved.
He watched as the ink soaked onto his skin, no obligations, not even a reaction. Apart from the quiet scoff when you held his wrist still.
He always joked about getting one of them actually done. Your work on his skin forever, irreversible and so romantic at the same time. You never took it seriously, but he did, it would mean the world to him.
He watched the way you spoke, the small twitches in your face when smiling or reacting. Nothing could beat this, not the northern lights or Paris on a winter night. Just you and him comfortable in each other’s existence.
He reached a careful hand out to brush your hair behind your ear. His thumb resting against your cheekbone for an extra second. You didn’t make a fuss about it, this was his basic everyday affection. So instead you just pressed a light kiss on the pad of his thumb.
Eventually you started running one of your hands through his hair. Twisting the loose curls around your fingers before starting from the top again. This was how it always was, and always will be.
He’d started dropping even more, you didn’t think much of it just kept talking and brushing his hair. Once his breathing turned into a light snore your voice got quieter.
“Hey I’m gonna have to go but I’ll speak to you soon” you whisper before hanging up. You glance down at his peaceful face, lost in his own dream world inside his head.
You smile to yourself before pressing a light kiss to his forehead.
I had a vision but then it got messy at the end😔. Also ignore the fact there’s like no dialogue again I cba and had no idea what to say.