Happy Valentine’s Day
Another precious artwork from @citrusmoonman of Vincent and my OC, including the cutest little Valentine’s sheep and badass shark chocolates. Please do not repost unless you’re the artist, but reblogs are fine!
Vincent looks at the woman curled up beside him, the warm glow of lamplight caught in her golden hair and casting shadows over her sleeping form. For one small moment, nothing else in the universe matters; not the stress from work earlier in the day, not the romantic dinner that didn’t go quite right, not the ring that sat heavy in his pocket all night that he just couldn’t find the right moment for. Work will come again tomorrow, more opportunities to convince Bob to sign onto his many ideas. He can always make up for the disturbances they had during their dinner date, perhaps with a homemade meal by candlelight. As for the ring? He’ll ask her that one special question later, over a glass of champagne and a few of those shark shaped chocolates she had to look all over town to find, and certainly she’ll say yes. For now he lets her sleep. He’s content. That constant, aggravating noise that never leaves his head is finally silenced, and he doesn’t want to disturb such a serene moment. So he watches her— his beloved, his future Mrs. Whittman— as she dreams, surely of him, and he admires the handiwork of their earlier passion, the proof of his love for her a beautiful shade of plum against her fair skin.
The bite mark on her ass is taking me all the way out.
