…I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove of it. Vincent van Gogh, “Letter to Theo van Gogh,” Nuenen, c. 13-17 April 1885 (via vincentvangogh-art) Source: vincentvangogh-art
Mat leans in just enough to reach the nook of the other’s neck. So he could add a little nibble to it and snake his hands around them.
The nibble on their neck makes them smile and gasp in a bit of pleasure. Saima smoothly places their hands on Mat’s shoulders before moving back in a little closer to him.
He chuckles. “Give me a little room then.” It’s in a teasing hum.
“As you wish.“ A sly smile as they make sure that Mat gets all the room he needs. It doesn’t hurt that they seem to be idly undoing part of their button-down in the first place.
[text] and have the evidence to prove it
[text] I’m the bomb
[text] congratulations on existence.
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[text] It was pretty intense dear. I have to admit.
[text] I only remember cause of that picture so it must be…
[text] Well the good news is that you’re still around.
[text] Just goes to show how much you can survive even at your most ridiculous.
“Yeah I could say that…” He was letting his eyes wander more, lower. “Were you able to find what you needed though?”
Those wandering eyes don’t go unnoticed, but they choose to act as if they’re looking for a little something.
“Suppose I’m still looking – maybe you could lead me in the right direction. I’m sure that it’s close by.“
“Damn right you are, I think it’d be really boring otherwise.”
“Haha yeah. Got to agree, I think everyone could use some ridiculousness in their life. It gets old way too easily without it. ”
“You are so damn goofy these days… Not that it’s a bad thing, per say.”
Saima chuckles in satisfaction as they are wrapped in an embrace. “What can I say, I do like getting your attention.” With that, they flash a playful smile at him.
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