there’s a video i wanna post later :3

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there’s a video i wanna post later :3
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The Chan x Chan solidarity we all need in our lives tbh
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fingers trace along the outline of his features, stopping at the creases in his eyes, taking in every single line and angle, as though he were drawn by an artist themself. with distinction, they move down to trace over his lips, watching as a smile begins to build. sophie finds that she cannot stop one of her own from spreading across her lips. even to this day, she cannot believe that benedict is real; that she wakes beside him each morning as his wife. it is all something out of her most wildest dreams. ones that, for two years, were haunted only by thoughts of him and the night they shared. ❝ i have been waiting a long time for you. ❞
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Hair
Wendy and Auron share a moment of tender intimacy as Wendy brushes Auron’s hair. Every moment feels even more precious now that Wendy has her sense of feeling back. Content warning: none. Word count: 564
"Can I brush your hair?" Wendy asked shyly, as she and Auron toweled off after showering.
Auron tilted his head, thinking. "Sure." He slipped on his boxers, quietly contemplative. "What's the occasion?"
Wendy blushed at the question. "No occasion, I just...I mean, I can feel things again...I wanted to brush your hair before, but I was worried that since I couldn't feel anything, I'd just pull on it a bunch and hurt you..."
Auron's face softened as he smiled at her. As they'd been talking she'd thrown on a loose shirt and underwear. She held the hairbrush in both hands low in front of her, biting her lip shyly and looking away.