4,9 ? :P i wanna read ur stuff i'm so desperate
4 & 9 were already asked sorry, but! just for you Bean I’ll post a passage from a completed fic that I haven’t posted yet. ; ) (Think of it as a WIP bc it’s been sitting in my drafts for four months now.)
What a miserable day this had been, Arthur couldn’t help thinking, before the towel settled over his hair. Soft and warm, soft and warm… That’s all he registered aside from hands moving, gentle not to hurt, but determined to dry. They ran the towel through his hair, dipping to the base of his neck, sending a shiver through Arthur.
He could hear Alfred talking to him but couldn’t really bring himself to pay attention to what the words meant. How nice it would be to close his eyes and drift in this space. A world of fabric softener and cotton.
Reality came back to him as the towel was pushed back to his shoulders, and a finger brushed his jaw by accident as Alfred pulled his hand away. He tilted his head up to look at Alfred, gaze as watery as the world outside.