you couldnt quite remember when this became routine. fingers delicately ghosting over his skin in the quiet bathroom. but you suppose thats the way you liked it, so caught up with him it made repeated moments always feel so new. always as special as the first.
"so pretty si'," you coo, thumbs tracing eye-black over his cheekbones. you hum, a warm smile parting your lips. baby brown eyes admiring you with a love that burns hotter than sun in a heated spring. using your pointer finger, you follow along the narrow scar that cuts across his nose bridge. worn down after one — four — too many broken noses.
he scoffs, amuesment dancing with his finger tips that creep up your waist. "s'only one who thinks tha' is you, dove." he rumbles faintly, squishing your waist gently. your smile widens, brushing the paint across his forehead.
"good," you nod. pulling away just a hair before his grip tightens. "means less people have seen your handsome face." simon raises a brow, biting his left cheek to hold back a grin. he hums, bobbing his head in a nod.
"wha'ever you say, my love." you giggle, rolling your eyes playfully. leaning further back, knowing enough to count on him holding you up. hed wrangle the stars so you could stare at them forever.
you admire your work, albeit you wish you could see his whole face. the jagged scar tissues you compare to intertwined constellations. faint summers freckles you kiss individually. him. your simon. but you suppose he does look nice on the eyes even underneath all the paint. really, when does he not look nice? you cup his face, smudged traces of left-over paint peppering his cheeks in a chalky coal.
"...ill miss you," you whisper between a shared breath. resting your forehead against his warm skin, noses just shy of touching. you stare into dark irises, that of which shrink as his pupils dialate.
"you don' know 'alf of the pain of when i miss you." your lips pull into a smile, eyes crinkling just as his do.
"poetic."
"just f'my girl."
