Omg if you're still doing these my name is Hannah. I'm 5'4" and I have short auburn hair with a patch of my hair shaved on the right side of my head. My eyes are green and I'm a heavier set girl. I love reading by don't have a lot of time for it. I sing pretty frequently (but more choral type music) and I'm also an artist! I love to draw and create things i know will make people happy.
Who I ship you with: Derek! (He came home with a broken arm from his latest case, a plain cast covering his arm. You sang him to sleep as he laid on the couch and took the time as a perfect opportunity to decorate his cast in beautiful patterns and doodles.)
Derek laid on the couch, Hannah’s beautiful voice calming him from his latest difficult case, resulting in a cast tightly wrapped around his broken arm. Her powerfully rhythmical voice soothed the man as her fingers dance across his biceps, her other hand rubbing his head gently. After a while, he drifted swiftly into well-needed sleep.
Hannah smiled sweetly, sweeping her auburn hair away from her dazzling green eyes, that lit up as an idea pierced her creative mind. Quietly, she reached beside the couch, pulling out her box of pens and paints. Hannah began to doodle on his white cast, plastering bright colours and beautifully designed drawings circling his muscular, bandaged arm.
Hannah giggled to herself when she drew a small figure of her boyfriend asleep with a figure of herself colouring on its arm, the soft happy noise making Derek shift in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, making Hannah’s green eyes go wide.
“Go back to sleep, baby.” She cooed, kissing his forehead but his fingers traced across a splodge of green paint on her cheek, frowning slightly.
“Why have you got paint all over yourself?” Derek questioned, sleep thick in his voice as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. Hannah giggled softly, moving away so he could observe his colourful cast. As soon as his eyes met the bright art on his arm, he smiled widely, shuffling so he was sat up on the couch. He lifted his arm closer to his face to observe it but his face screwed up in pain from moving his damaged arm. Hannah reached for the pain medication and glass of water on the table, handing them to her boyfriend immediately.
“How did I get so lucky?” Derek chuckled lowly, leaning forward to kiss Hannah’s cheek before taking her lips softly in his, smiling sweetly into the kiss.