🫳 + reverse ( Gabriel & Alex )
🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s sender's old scars.
Alex laid half-on top of the Archangel, having demanded cuddles he's getting all of them in now. Gabriels body was warm, comfortable. Alex would rest his head on his chest, eyes wandering over the shirtless torso. Fingers gently touching faded scars on the soldiers body. Tracing along them. So many battles that left marks on him... Alex would move his head, just enough to press a kiss to a particularly big scar.












