when i tell you the three am look in the mirror is absolutely ..ughhh… in the best possible way?? it is the truth.

you always hated your looks in the daylight, but your man, Scaramouche, in your mind, always looked the best.

it was like two in the morning and suddenly you felt thirsty. so you woke up and checked your surroundings. your boyfriend was asleep still, sprawled on the bed, head resting on your arm and his hand was loosely on your waist.

grabbing a pillow from underneath your head, you lightly replaced yourself with the pillow and his arm almost immediately wrapped around the pillow, face burying into it.

you went towards the kitchen in the darkness, tip toeing so quietly to the sink and grabbed the nearest glass, filling it with water.

but then suddenly you heard footsteps. then a shadow towering over you.

“..come back into the bed.” your man’s voice. rough, yet soft.

when you turned to look at him, there he was. and oh. my. archons. he is so handsome! his hair was messy, the sleepy eyes. oh my..