(It’s not too late to post this right? *falls on ground*)
Bertholdt glanced over at the blonde girl sitting beside him.
Me whenever I have to dress nice for an event
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11. I went with Beruani.Technically it’s supposed to be random, but what the heck.
She is curled against his chest, one leg twisted around his waist with the blankets tangled in their messy embrace. Sunlight pools in the room and the birds (Bertholdt has set up a bird feeder outside their window) sing to one another from the trees.
Annie yawns, nose grazing along the planes of chest. She notices—that by his standards—he’s sleeping rather peacefully in a normal position, head tilted towards the top of her hair and arms encircled around her shoulders. The very fact draws a soft smile to her face and she shifts in his grasp to settle her lips across the peak of his collarbone. Bertholdt stirs, eyes still heavy with sleep when he gazes down at her.
He offers her a nervous smile and bends down so that she may properly kiss him on the lips. “Good morning.”