pretty face | michael gray
anon requested tatiana’s sister and michael
block of italics means speaking in russian fyi
Tatiana had woken you up early, at least for the night you’d had, throwing your curtains open.
“Wake up. I need you today”
“Ughh…to do what?”
“Keep someone company”
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m keeping my bed company today”
You flopped back to the bed, tucking your head as deep in between the pillows as you could. You felt the movement of the covers by your feet and grumbled in advance of what you knew was coming. Tatiana’s favourite way to get you up since you were children. She crawled further up and you braced yourself.
She grasped at your hair, pulling your face up, and dotting a kiss to your cheek.
“Get up before I drag you down the stairs by your ankles”
“Tania, why must you be this way?”