 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris's eyebrows rose sightly as Vianna turned around in his arms with the mention of his favourite nickname, her blue eyes suddenly locking onto his own in a way that made it impossible to look away. He gave a faint smile as she explained that she hadn't been serious, that she knew that he was busy, that she understood that. "I know..." he murmured softly, understanding that she truly wasn't upset with him. But he didn't like the thought of that, the mere idea of Vianna thinking that he'd lost his admiration for her to the extent that he'd stop drawing altogether. But he listened silently as she asked that he not think she was upset or didn't understand why he'd stopped painting, those blue eyes looking slightly guilty. His smile warmed up slightly at her words, returning the kiss she placed on his lips lovingly, his brown eyes fluttering closed for the moment it lasted before they broke apart and he was left watching the sight of her beautiful expression. "I know that you were kidding," he promised her softly, pulling her and Gabe a bit closer to himself. "It's just..." the young man trailed off for a moment and he let out a soft sigh, "I just...I don't want you to ever even let it slip into your mind that just because I'm not painting you all the time..." one of his hands drifted up to cup her jaw, very gently stroking her cheek absentmindedly. "...th-that doesn't mean that I don't think about you every second of the day...that I don't..think of you to be just as...beautiful and inspiring and... perfect as I've always thought you were."
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