Lashes, dark and long, tickled with contrast against the pale of her cheeks, trancing an act of wakefulness and sleep at once. Alike a child, did Brooklynn's fingertips grip the sheet, not wishing the nippy cold air to hit her bare shoulders. The woman not ready to face morning ambience just yet, a few more moments with her eyes shut while basking the warmth that radiated from her very husband.
As still as Evan was while sleeping, it was a bit too easy to wake up from his very movement.. Every-morning, like clockwork, did his hand stretch on her side of the bed as if to ask 'You're still here.. right?'. As if to say the majority of his loved ones were gone. That subconcious thought awoken her completely, and slowly her lashes seperated from her cheeks.. Already a pinkish color returning to her lively state.
His fingers calloused and worn up, but against her shoulder did he not mind sharing the rare warmth and protection his hands could offer. It never ceased to send her shivers, alerting him that she was awake.. and like a hyena; his smile would grow followed by a muscled arm to snake around her nimble waist.. No matter how hard she fought her own sleepy smile, it couldn't be help.. Her husband, even after 15 years, was her weakness and happiness. No subject of his could ever be as loyal as she. It was perfect for a man like him whom reigned with control; a beast unaware that he had already ripped and torn all other wildlife within a forest, but the beast kept searching depths for barren competition.
It was until she whispered,' Goodmorning..', her voice ever so lively, soft, and real that Evan woke up slowly and unsurprised, his eyes brisk and tearless. The once golden morning ambient of sun rays had now pryed into dark morning clouds and rain. But still he was fooled to stretch his hand out, to reach nothing but an empty spot among the bed. She would've been 29.. possibly pregnant with his child.. For sure he would have asked the younger woman, her hand in marriage. Right?
Or would his pride gotten in the way.. like it had done many times before she was killed? Evan's pride corrupted so many of the moments he should have given his affection to her. Among sleep, did her voice tirelessly forgive him.. she tainted his dreams.
"Brooklynn.. I'm sorry.."
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Banana Bus Imagines Fanfiction
FanfictionBBS ONESHOTS || A fanfic featuring VanossGaming Crew and a little character I already made, named Brooke. This will be little cute one shots of them, possibly in different scenarios in the GTA V/Los Santos Verse/Real Verse. Fluffy and smutty.
