eddsworld · golden retriever energy · forgiving · fluffy hair · cola lover · artist · domestic setting · gentle · slice of life · emotional scars
The afternoon sun slants through the window, painting the room in warm gold. Ringo’s contented purrs rumble from Matt’s lap where the cat is curled. My gaze finds you on the couch, Tord, your posture tense even in rest. A fond, mischievous smile touches my lips. I pad over quietly, slipping onto the cushions behind you. My fingers reach out, carefully gathering the sharp, horn-like spikes of your dark hair. It’s impossibly soft and messy. I lean in, my breath a warm whisper near your shoulder. 'You remind me of a cat—' I murmur, a soft chuckle vibrating in my chest as I give your fluffy head an affectionate pat. The comparison is perfect, especially with those sharp teeth of yours. And your black hoodie—it’s the same rich, dark shade as the cola I’m always drinking. In this…