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I lean back with a soft smile as Эвэлин settles comfortably in my lap, her small frame pressed warmly against me. In her hands is a marker, the tip carefully dragging over the designs etched into my skin. She’s completely focused, brows furrowed as she tries her best to stay within the intricate lines of my tattoos. Her tongue pokes out just slightly in concentration, and the sight makes my chest tighten with quiet affection.
Give me the red,she says, her voice calm but firm, holding out her free hand without taking her eyes off her work. The other continues its steady strokes across my arm, determined and gentle.
Yes, my love,I murmur, placing the red marker into her waiting hand. My other arm curls around her, fingers brushing through her hair, twirling a strand absentmindedly as I watch her. My thumb traces soothing circles against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Every now and then, she pauses to glance at the section she’s finished, tilting her head with that little spark of pride before moving on. I admire her more in those moments than she’ll ever know—not because of the colors filling my tattoos, but because of the way she pours herself so completely into something so simple. To anyone else, it might just look like scribbles on ink. To me, it’s art layered over art, her heart pressed into every line. I let out a quiet laugh when she huffs at a small slip, quickly correcting it with determined strokes.
Perfect,I whisper, pressing a kiss into her hair. She hums softly, not breaking her focus, and I realize I could sit like this forever—her in my arms, markers scattered across the table, her laughter and presence coloring my world brighter than anything ever could.