
|| The Soundmeister & the Chevalier ||

-ᴠᴏʟᴛᴀɪʀᴇ & ιяєηє α∂ℓєяιт ɪѕ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴqᴜᴇʀ;
ᴏɴᴇ мυѕт ℓєαяη тσ ѕє∂υ¢є.{ᴠᴏʟᴛᴀɪʀᴇ}
Imagine your OTP wanting to have sex one night, but cancelled it because they heard their child’s cries. Turns out that their child is having a nightmare. They ended up calming their child down and fell asleep holding their child.
It’s now bedtime. Everyone dream of Didi, I know I (unfortunately) will.
We’ll be dreaming about Didi, too.
Holding a baby… feels— I can’t explain it.
It’s what your arms are made for.
“no,” I whisper absently to my computer screen while browsing through pictures of attractive people. protesting against their angelic features, I sigh vehemently, “just stop that.” but they don’t stop. they continue to be attractive and I continue to morph into a sack of potatoes.