Marwan Kenzari
as Yusuf al-Kaysani
The Old Guard (2020)
Character Intro Post, via @Skydance on Instagram, June 23rd 2020
TOG Promo Material (Part 6/?)
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I’ve got you.
For the prompt “protective”.
Does this still count as a doodle? Somehow it managed to break containment and ran away with me, but the prompt just hit a nerve, and I wanted to try doing it justice.
Thank you @lazaefair for the lovely prompt! 💕
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First drawing of the year! Photo quality is shit cause I just took it on my phone and edited a bit so the colors/values would pop more.. But anyway, I got some oil pastels for christmas and bought a little notebook the other day and I had fun experimenting!
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Morning sun pours through the window of the attic bedroom, splashing onto the bed, spilling languidly across Joe’s bare belly. The sheets are tangled low at his hips and the pillow is askew. He has one arm thrown above his head and one stretched out into the spot that Nicky had occupied until a few minutes before, and his breathing is slow and even. Nicky stands in the doorway with a coffee cup in his hand and isn’t sure he can wake him, despite the hour and the travel ahead of them that day. And then Joe opens one eye and peers at him, smiles beatifically and hums, pleased, at the back of his throat.
Nicky crosses the room and sets the coffee on the small, rickety table beside the bed. “Good morning,” he says, settling at Joe’s hip, leaning in to kiss his forehead.
“Coffee,” Joe says appreciatively, and Nicky smiles, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“I thought you might enjoy a gentle awakening.”
Joe runs a gentle hand up the inside of Nicky’s nearest thigh, lets it rest where the hair on Nicky’s leg begins to thin. “I enjoy being woken by you,” he offers around a yawn. “Such beauty as the first thing I see.”
They have woven their lives together for hundreds of years, and Nicky has grown used to such affection. But occasionally, as now, he feels his heart skip and his cheeks heat beneath the easy grace of Joe’s words.
Joe’s smile grows impossibly wider. “Is that a blush?” he asks.
“Perhaps,” Nicky says evenly. “Perhaps I am still very in love with you.”
Joe reaches up to cup the side of Nicky’s face and gently thumbs his cheek. “Still,” he says with a wonder that makes Nicky’s heart skip again, makes him turn his head to press a kiss to Joe’s palm.
“Still,” Nicky agrees. “My lay-abed husband.”
Joe closes his eyes, cheeks round with delight. “I am, I am, I do lay abed.” He opens one eye again. “Perhaps you might lay abed with me.”
“There is so much to . . .” Nicky squawks as Joe pulls on his arm and rolls him back into bed. “Yusuf!”
“Oh, my full name,” says Joe, kissing Nicky’s shoulder. “I am in such trouble.”
Nicky laughs softly as Joe kisses a path to his jaw. “Only trouble of the heart, my love,” he whispers, as Joe curls against his side and lays his head upon Nicky’s chest.
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