bed-time-story

So here it is, finally I had a chance to finish off this little papery-flowery illustration of Thumbelina I was “secretly” working on in here :) It took a little longer than I originally thought, since I also had a few other projects on go at the same time, but I’m happy to finally be able to share it with you now :)

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Bed time story :)

Bedtime Story for Lar (IT'S SO CUTE EVERYONE)

(This is really really dumb I’m so sorry)

“Carlos, tell me a bedtime story.”

Reading his favorite paper on metabolic pathways, Carlos turned with a brow raised. Was he serious? A grow man wanting a story before bed? Cecil gazed up, that charming smile under wide eyes. Carlos returned the grin, sighing.

“Alright.”

Setting the paper on the nightstand, Carlos fumbled to think of something interesting. With Cecil in his arms waiting, he blushed, focusing on one particular plot.

“Once upon a time there was a man. He worked hard every day because ever since he was small, he wanted to be the first to discover something new. All day he read about others before him, going out, seeing the world and finding something unique.”

Below, Cecil snuggled into his shirt. “Ohhh!”

“But every day he’d wake up in the same place, forced to studies his books and conduct his tests. Everyone else agreed that this was proper for a man like him, that he should be happy to have the ability to work. ‘This isn’t right,’ he thought, 'I can’t find anything new stuck in some dusty library.’ So he gathered his things and left his hometown. Just like that, gone.”

Three eyes looked up ever interested. Carlos smiled down, resting his hand on Cecil’s back. Two fingers to play legs as they walked up to the shoulder with the story.

“From place to place he went on his search. Through great mecas of learning and cultures, up mountains (quiet Cecil) and over oceans yet he couldn’t find anything. So many had gone before him that he feared there was nothing special out there just for him.”

Carlos laid his hand flat. “Aww.” The man in his arms frowned.

“But then he heard a rumor. A fantastic place of wonder and mystery. No one had really wanted to go there. It was an easy trip and when the man arrived it was just as he hoped. Perhaps too much. This wasn’t just a small find, everything was new, everything different. The man became so lost.”

Gentle fingers in Cecil’s hair, petting him.

“He sat down, determined to make sense of this new world. Day after day he went out measuring, taking notes, and asking questions. And every hour he got deeper into this new, remarkable place. So many discoveries, so many new things to study. He pushed on until-”

Carlos clapped his hands together prompting a jerk from Cecil.

“He had reached his limit. All these new things! Fantastic discoveries! But he could not explain, he could not put one finger down on anything. It even almost killed him! So many diamonds glistening in the sand yet he couldn’t touch one. Broken, he was about to give up but then.”

Smiling, Carlos held Cecil closer, leaning down.  

“He saw something he had over looked. So swamped in his toil and study he missed the most beautiful gem of all. A wonderful discovery like he had always wanted: the most precious find in all the world.”

A kiss against grinning lips. Cecil returned the gesture, eye narrow as the rest of the story was in a spoke whisper.

“There was something out there just for him. And it was perfect.”

Carlos kissed Cecil again, joining him under the covers.  

“My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered.”