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Had a sudden need for angst because of my TF friends( you know who you are)
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I've literally been thinking about this fic nonstop since I binged the first 9 chapters and I'm so in love
IKNBS chapter 10 preview
Hey hey hey, because you're all so cute I got a little preview for chapter 10 for you ♡
obviously, spoilers below the cut!
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The ray of sunlight on your shoulder moves slowly but surely towards your face. Copia knows it’ll wake you once it hits your eye and he’s debating whether he should block it with his hand or not. He’s never seen you as relaxed as you look right now but at the same time he can’t wait to talk to you. Not that his exhaustion just vanished after three hours of sleep but the giddy excitement after waking up by your side has kept him awake ever since his eyes blinked open.
You frown in your slumber and he knows it has become lighter. You look adorable with the sleepy pout on your lips, the cheek you’re resting on scrunching up the left side of your face. It’s so tempting, too tempting. He leans in and his lips brush over your cheek, down to your jaw until they come to rest just below you ear. You stir, a soft hum falling from your mouth and he can’t help but kiss you properly. You smile into it and reciprocate, the gentlest press of your lips against his.
“Buon giorno, bellezza,” he says as he breaks away.
You still smile with your eyes closed, stretching out your limbs for a moment before you fully blink yourself awake. As soon as you open your eyes, they’re fixated on his face. Suddenly you shoot up, staring at him like you’re seeing him for the first time. He almost feels like you expected someone else to be there and for a moment he gets self-conscious.
“What is it?” he asks, patting his cheeks. “Am I dirty?”
“Your… your face is bare.”
Copia freezes. He hadn’t thought about that last night when he showered after getting back. And you’re still looking at him, eyes so wide and taking in every detail. He feels oddly exposed. You’ve never seen this face without any sort of make-up, not without the eye paint, and suddenly he worries that it’s a turn-off. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Is it… Is it not what you hoped it would look like?” he asks falling back into the pillows.
“Copia,” you say, so slowly, gently, reaching out to cup his cheeks. “I think you’re so beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” He feels himself getting flustered, his face undoubtedly heating up against your palms. “Cara–”
Your fingers softly trace the curve of his jaw now, then the line up to his temples. He feels a warm shiver running down his spine. “And I can see all of your pretty freckles now. So many of them.”
“Are you going to draw me with them now too?” he asks, chuckling nervously.
“Oh, for sure.” You slide your thumbs over his cheekbones before you shake your head and huff out a laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird.”
He stops you from pulling away without even thinking, grasping your hands and placing one of them back on his cheek while holding the other one safe in his. “Don’t be sorry, please. It feels good to have someone see me. Really see me. And not pull away.”