You had a passion for drawing. Your room would be filled with artworks, sketches, or paintings of ones you love, or are close with. It filled up even more when you had met Simon. Your room was filled to the brim with sketches of him, half finished portraits, and paintings of him.

You often gave him some of your work when you finished, but you didn’t give all of them. Besides, who has that much room to fit that many drawings. Besides yours. Sketches of him laid out on the floor, completely covering it. Along with the canvases that stacked up on eachother in each corner of your room. Along with paper all over the place of failed sketches.

Another day came as you stood infront of your little collection of drawings. Trying to decide which one you should give to him today, you closed your eyes as you reached out for a random piece. You yanked a piece of paper put the pile before opening your eyes. It was one of your favorites, a simple drawing of him in his uniform. Yet, he managed to look so..fine.

You made your way out of your room, taking a stroll in the hallways with your little drawing in hand. You finally reached his office as you knocked before opening the door. The smell of papers and bourbon hit your nose as usual. Simon looked over at you with a smile under his balaclava, he leaned back into his seat as he patted his lap for you to sit on.

You made your way over to him, sitting down on his lap. He pulled you closer as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before leaning away for a moment. Staring at you with those usual eyes. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before his gaze went down to the piece of paper in your hand. He chuckled before speaking.

“Another drawing, love..?”