I commissioned a modern Tarzan and Jane from the incredibly talented @punziella and here’s the final result!! I couldn’t be happier with it, it’s absolutely perfect and I just love it so so much I can’t stop staring at it, thank you so much Pauline!!
Pardon the way that I stare
There’s nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that is real
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off you
As she stared in awe at the sketch hanging on the wall of his room, he gazed, spellbound, at her face. He noticed how her eyes would turn into the shape of a cashew when she smiled, and somehow he was left breathless.
“Did you draw this?” She pointed to the sketch. It was a rough sketch of an empty street. One of his favorite.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“Wow,” she said, admiring his work,
“How did you even come up with this? It’s so simple yet so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off it.”
“Well, that’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask the universe.”
“Hmm?” She blinked at him, not having a single clue on what he was saying.
“You,” he began, “how did the universe come up with someone like you?”
“With just a smile, you effortlessly drowned the weight of the world on my shoulders. With just a look, you simply take all of my breath away,”
“And I really, really can’t take my eyes off you.”
“don’t feed him off your plate,” yuuri chides victor who is halfway through giving makkachin the rest of his pancake piece by piece. “you know it’s not good for him.”
makka turns his head from victor to yuuri and looks at him with his best puppy eyes. it doesn’t work. it doesn’t work when victor joins him, either.
“i’m sorry sweetcheeks,” yuuri tells makka and completely ignores his silly fiance. “this isn’t for you. you have your own food.”
makka whines. he moves over to yuuri’s side of the table and rests his head on yuuri’s thigh, looking up in hopes that maybe somehow he’ll get something. or maybe yuuri drops a piece, that could work too.
it’s only five minutes later that victor catches yuuri sneaking a bite to makka under the table. yuuri sees him watching and he flushes a beautiful, embarrassed pink that only makes victor snicker.
“don’t say a word,” yuuri warns, caught red handed but still stubborn.
victor doesn’t open his mouth again. he only grins and leans over the table to kiss his darling fiance, because honestly – a man who can resist makka’s charms is not worth his time, and thankfully he’d chosen someone more than alright for them both.
*kicks down door*“I love yoU BABY,”*flips table*“AND IF IT’S QUITE ALRIGHT- I NEED YOU BAYBAYYYYY”*aggressive jazz hands*“to warm the loooonely niiightts~”*grapevines across the room*“I LOVE YOU BAAABAYYYY;”*seductively croons into hairbrush-microphone*“Trust in meeeee when IiiiIiiii saaaaaayyyyyyy~”*jumps onto ottoman*“OH PRETTY BAAAABAAAY!!!!!!-”