Aaron, sobbing, choking on his tears, he would be inconsolable if anyone was around to try, for five minutes he sobs and then—a phone alarm goes off. He freezes. The noise cuts out. The tears stop. His face goes blank as he wipes away his tears and turns the alarm off.
He has classes and practices, grades that need to be kept up, flashcards that he's only looked over twice. He can't fall behind—he won't. He won't be what she said he would. He won't be a failure—he won't be useless—he can't.
The day goes on and next Friday he does the same thing, over and over and over and over and over—
Territorial. This man is gonna be very jealous very fast on anyone who tries to get close to you. Call it an ego. Call it an anxiety of losing you. If a man is getting a little to emotionally invested in you he genuinely will find a means to handle him. Even if it could put his whole operation at risk
Worship. He is going to worship you. He will kiss your feet, smell your hair, probably have a vial of your blood in a locket. He’s….He is off the rocker, but you knew that when entering the relationship. You know that’s your type. You are reading this to see freaky shit. I see you!
Workaholic. He’s gonna be working constantly, so expect much time together being either in the lab or having conversations interrupted by his need to quickly write something down in his note book.
Bragging. He’s going to brag about you, one way or another. You think you aren’t good at anything? Think again. He’s going to find something you are outstanding at and find a way to make sure everyone knows how wonderful you are. Even if it’s as small as knowing how to clean a fancy shirt. Feeding your ego feeds his in turn.
Night owl. Expect him to stay up late into the night. It isn’t all that bad. There is something peaceful about spending the night together. The world is quiet, but you two are awake. In your own isolated bubble. Together. It is peaceful between the clangs of metal and eerie creeks of muscle tissue.
Touch starvation. He is going to find excuses to touch you. It isn’t always sexual. No, he just….He is very traumatized. He will hold you in one shape or another. Hold your hand under the dinner table at a party, wrap his arms around you as you do tasks, rest his head on your chest when going to sleep, run his fingers through your hair if you have any to spare, rest his head on your shoulder, he’s going to find a excuse to have skin to skin.
Sketching. He’s going to have a notebook dedicated for just drawing you. He always held a passion for human anatomy so of course to be in a romantic relationship he will find you fascinating. Try and comprehend why he thinks a certain way about certain parts about you. Male, female, black, white, it doesn’t matter. He wants to grasp why you being his romantic partner makes him see you so differently compared to others. So expect an accidental scientific sketch book all about you. Whoopsiesssss
Intimacy. He’s….He got a libido baby. He got it and expect wild nights after he makes a breakthrough on something.
Kisses. Call it a branch off from touch starvation. He is finding time and ways to kiss you. Knuckles, shoulders, cheeks, head, he is giving affection. It’s more subtle in public, but in the sanctuary of home he will kiss you everywhere. I do mean everywhere.
I finally managed to compile a list of deities/figures from greek myth that I associate with each tarot card (yes, all 78 of them) according to my own judgement ofc. here they are (under cut):
