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baby, i'm an animal, but you can have a taste
mots d’affection
day 1: dave makes breakfast
day 2: rose makes breakfast and sets the table
day 3: dave makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font
day 4: rose makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting (even though it is, remember, breakfast)
day 6: dave makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting and has filched, from somewhere, a pair of tigers, collared in gold and lounging amidst their feet as they partake in berry berry kix for the 6th day in a row
day 7: rose makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting and has filched, from somewhere, a pair of tigers, collared in gold and lounging amidst their feet as they partake in berry berry kix for the 7th day in a row, and has replaced their chairs with thrones immaculate, hers a deep, dark ebon wood, wild and overgrown while his is a magnificently wrought copper, a thousand layers of filigree woven into each other until it is impossible to tell where one strand ends and the other begins
day 8: dave makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting and has filched, from somewhere, a pair of tigers, collared in gold and lounging amidst their feet as they partake in berry berry kix for the 8th day in a row, and has replaced their chairs with thrones immaculate, hers a deep, dark ebon wood, wild and overgrown while his is a magnificently wrought copper, a thousand layers of filigree woven into each other until it is impossible to tell where one strand ends and the other begins, and when rose begins to so delicately raise a spoon of cereal to her lips he knocks his own bowl aside and stands with dramatic flourish, tears in his eyes, and relays a poem in an ancient language, as dead as the poppies withered in the vase between them, artfully navigating the unfamiliar twists of syllables in a self-set rhythym, describing her beauty, her grace, like aphrodite, like athena, both born from the head, his voice risen in cresendo for the final line, before he pauses for a breathless moment, and returns to his seat. rose takes a bite.
day 9: “theres no more kix.”
she shrugs, rolls over, and goes back to sleep.
i like thinking about them
loving reunions
WITH
a daverose sketch page commission for @onthespectrumwriting! It was awesome, i loved being paid to draw dave and rose a bunch ❤️💕
I chopped it up into pieces which makes it look a little mixed up, but it was just impossible to look at on tumblr in its original format.
they would NOT fucking have communication skills that good
#technically they know and understand each other better than anyone else alive#but they communicate that in the most fucked up insane unnecessarily complicated way and think thats normal
alpha dave and rose being hot assholes and making snide remarks about everyone at a famous people party
he might be famous but he still has to be woken up in the morning by rose because hes a damb bear in hibernation whenever he falls asleep
horrible children
And it is hot hot hot she says come on sweetheart take ‘em off
i wanted to draw it too…
Day 13 → Prospit or Derse?
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So I was casually scrolling through my dash
and I just
If these pale bones could sway They would march to a funeral song And pull their milky way across the yard They would not wish to keep You tethered to their arms They would not wish to carry on too far With no sorrow Ask no greater pardon Than the pattern Time is carving in your skin
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i think about these two a lot. i think about them more than i should.