꒰🍺𝕸𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓢𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 ²⁰⁰³꒱

'Are the angels that warm?'

Michelangelo wondered, looking at the figure that held him snuggled in its arms. This warmth was pleasant, despite the headache, despite the dizziness, despite the fact that he probably wouldn't remember anything the next morning. He wanted to stay with this being forever. Despite the reproaches that reached his ears, he looked at the figure in front of him with eyes almost of adoration.

You're so good to me..

He murmured as his mind stopped being so cloudy, allowing him to better see the heels of the person in front of him who cared for him with such affection.

'Can we stay like this forever?...'

It was a silly question he couldn't help but say out loud as he snuggled into your arms. Despite the fact that his skin was burning and that he would probably have a fever in the morning, he wanted to remain snuggled in those warm arms that wrapped him with such delicacy, a delicacy that no being had ever offered him before, only you, the first person he that he turned to when the alcohol got to be too much, truth be told, the only person he thought cared enough to not kick him out of the house despite the late hours, the only person he could think of and the only person he could remember their name in these blurry moments, if he ever said anything too cheesy he'd beat himself up in the morning for acting like an idiot in front of you.