Thursday, June 18th, 2020
9:58am
Summary |
sickness, human au
Warnings |
"Roman, you're running a fever- lay down-" Emile ushered Roman back into bed, tucking the royalesque man back in.
"Thats just cause I'm naturally hot as hell," Roman whined, sniffling as Emile handed him a tissue.
"No, its cause you're sick, darling," Emile pressed his lips to Romans forehead. "I can make you some soup?"
"Ugh, fine," Roman pouted, before smiling. "Thanks, Emi, you're the best husband,"
"Thats you, dear, now, ginger or lemon tea?"
