#willtracy

[akuma-tenshi]

made something

canon can suck it, i will only be okay with eda / emil if they’re healthy

[pyespie]

They’re a hilarious duo

[artpoipol]

after hours

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Tracy inhales the scent of aftershave, fruity shampoo, and stale soap. William's always smelled good, especially after a long, arduous day out on the field. It's sort of a comfort now since moving in together ─ "it" being the way she'd curl next to him and balance her body against his side, arms tight around his waist while his remain perched over her shoulders and on a hip; her face lies half - smothered against his pec. That's where she gets the brunt of it: his amazing odor, so fresh and berry - like, a soothing balm to the ache of her mind.

Here, in the dark of their living room, faintly awashed in blue from the light cast by the television faintly playing an action movie in the background, this is her safe haven.

William's sleeping face is illuminated by the glow. Her eyes glance up to map out his handsome face, features expertly chiseled to emphasize just how fine of a man he was. She giggles to herself at the thought, mutely so not to awake him and settles deeper at his side, absoring the vestiges of his expensive cologne and lured to dreamland by the pressing, present, comfortable weight of him.