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"love is a gentle thing, yours is thicker than a velvet ring.."

･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💮 ✧.

not many people understood him- but you did. your boyfriend, gray, had selective mutism. you'd been dating for exactly 2 months and 18 days, you kept count of course. your anniversary would be the 20th of march, when the harsh winter solstice ended and gave way to the peaceful, warm rays of the spring equinox. nature had defrosted and gone back to its' vibrant colour. incidentally, that was what you felt happening in your heart when you had met gray. a gentle, cute and understanding man. what more could you want? over time, you had learnt sign language for him. he didn't talk much, but oh, when he did.. he had a gentle, calm and deep voice that was raspy from it's lack of use and it made you swoon. you were currently laying next to him in your king size bed, your head resting on his chest and your arm wrapped around his waist. the atmosphere of the room was tense, but not in a bad way. it was a lazy sunday morning, his day free from shooting his upcoming silent film. sun slowly trickled through the gaps in the blinds of your blinds. you were wearing those tight black shorts you didn't know got him needy for your love. but he was shy about asking, or rather signing for those things. he was wearing a gray t-shirt and blue shorts that complemented his skin tone well.