The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙
+bonus doodle:
…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️
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Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.
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Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.
Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.
The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.
Page 3
On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.
The sun shines through the blinds of the window.
Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.
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Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.
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They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.
They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.
Page 6
Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.
Bonus image
A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.
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You leaned over, your fingers curling delicately over the handle of a boho-styled mug.
Ankles crossed, legs shaven, dressed in your comfiest pajamas… and you were all by yourself. The idea would have baffled you years ago. You were used to the occasional text and friendly invite from the people you loved and trusted.
It was to these people you promised your heart, your loyalty, your time… you. All of you, in your destructive vulnerabilities and Herculean strengths.
You knew you were a work in progress. A snort escaped your lips; you still were. Every offense, you owned. Every slip of the tongue, you showed remorse. And you always worked to be better than you were the day before.
That didn’t mean it always worked out.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to remember those who needed to enter your world — to shake it to its core, to destroy presumptions of requited love and heartfelt care.
You needed them. You needed the lessons they had in store for you.
Your mistake was leaving the door unlocked. Your mistake was making them feel welcome while the damage they had done felt like an ever-growing abyss, begging you to assess the damage and fix it.
But as your heart continued to shift, you began to understand that you deserved your attention more than anyone else. And you decided to make some changes.
Throwing out some and realizing others had long walked away, you set up a long overdue construction zone. With the help of soft and encouraging voices, you built and rebuilt - painted and tore down — sobbed and sobbed some more.
Your husband’s lips kissed the softness of your cheek, waking you from your reverie. His eyes - eyes that had haunted and guided you all this time - flashed with concern. “Where are you?”
There he was; the crux of your problems and solutions. The man who silently addressed the behaviors you excused and attitudes you accepted. The man you pretended to be to appease whoever you could, even if it meant losing yourself.
“I’m in my construction zone,” you spoke, your voice dancing with the autumn winds. “Doing some more repairs.”
Taking your hands into his own, rubbing the chill that had so gracefully kissed your knuckles, Jumin tilted his head. “Tell me how I can help.”
Bowing your head, you kissed his hands. “Stay there… as you are. Support me as I continue finding myself.”
“Always.” Large hands held your face; soft fingers slid over the shape of your ears. “And even if you decide that I, too, need to leave… promise me that you will tell me, that I may leave a lasting and loving imprint on you. One last time.”
The very thought sent an uncomfortable pang of pain and panic within you. You wanted to grab his face, pull him down, kiss him all over and tell him that could never happen; you would never ask him to leave.
But all you could do was exhale a shuddering breath and speak so quietly that only God could hear you. “I promise.”
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Okay so rant about the doctors time
So I’ve been trying to find anxiety meds that actually work for me and I ended up trying two that both gave me panic attacks from nightmares and as someone who has NEVER dreamed and only got nightmares like ONCE a year at the most it was happening every single night and I ended up not sleeping properly for a month until they finally let me change meds
And the meds I’m on now are fine but are at too low a dose but the doctors are all fuckin useless and just want you to go to therapy and magically be fixed and never need meds so they try every single time to get you off of them and it’s super fuckin exhausting because my anxiety is making me try and get out of there as soon as possible so I just don’t argue and take what I’m given which is why my meds now aren’t strong enough
So my mum (my life saver) has permission to speak on my behalf because my anxiety is too bad to answer phone calls and shit and we asked to change the main number to her number because they still kept trying to ring me because they’re all fuckin idiots. Anyways just found out today that apparently they didn’t even add her number as an alternate number to ring let alone the main number they should ring so I’m fuckin PISSED and THEN they have the AUDACITY to say they can’t change the number to her number without my written permission for some fuckin reason when WE ALREADY FUCKIN DID ALL OF THAT AND THEY’RE THE ONES WHO DIDN’T FUCKIN DO ANYTHING WHEN WE ASKED THEM TO!!!!
And I’m so fuckin exhausted and just want to take a nap but I can’t because there’s still a chance they’ll fuckin ring my number because they’re all fuckin IDIOTS who NEVER FUCKIN LISTEN
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