henna₊˚⊹ 𖹭
ace x (desi) reader
just a little drabble that I thought of. I hope you enjoy :)
What’cha ya doing? Said ace watching me put henna on my face to make tiny little freckles
“Trying to match with you,” i said, grinning
"Oh, really now,” he said, walking up behind me and cupping my face softly, making sure not to smudge the henna while giving me a small peck on the lip and sat down beside me and started to play with my hair
"Hmm, i was wondering if you could do some cool tattoo design with that,” said Ace, looking curiously at the henna in my hand
I looked at him amused and smirked
“Why not come here?" i said, holding his hand and guiding him down to sit beside me
I softly traced his hand and slowly and steadily dragged my henna across his hand, making sure to get each line and curve right. The fresh sea breeze blew my hair out of my face and swayed my tiny jhumkas.
“Your hands are so pretty, you know,” i said, looking at my half-done henna design on his hands
"Hmm, i dont think its my hands; it's my little firefly who made em’ pretty,” he said proudly, grinning like an idiot
I chuckled and tucked my hair behind my ear and continued to decorate his hands with love and affection. I want him to know that each of these lines and curves were a small guide to our love, leading us to each other to be with each other and never to let go even if fate led us apart.
To love one another because there is no certainty of tomorrow and there never will be in such a life. Maybe in the next one, when we are stars in the sky, we’d dip off into the dreamy night shining as we slowly turn into star dust chasing after each other's light.
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"Hey, its so cool,” said Ace, talking to Marco, showing off his new "tattoo.”
"Hmm, quite nice. Who made it?” marco said, inspecting the design, amused by the new art form
“Who do you think?” said ace with a deadpan look on his face
Marco looked at him and chuckled
“My pretty girl, of course,” said ace proudly
showing of his hands to ever crew member he could find,
I just heard from afar and looked at his hands, and a small smile tugged my lips as I saw the deep brown shades cover his hand. I smiled, knowing darker the henna, the deeper our love ran through our veins.