The moon shone brightly under the starry night, twinkling lights blending in with the mixture of the orange and yellow that colored the sky, the sun setting down slowly, serene.
Poppy was looking out the window, tapping her light pink fingers on her dresser table, keeping in mind the force she was putting in each finger, Branch was currently sleeping. The Pop Queen sighed, taking in the sight before promptly standing up and turning her gaze to the beautiful troll sleeping on their shared bed. Branch was beautiful, chest slowly rising up and down, nose scrunching from time to time, he was really beautiful.
So damn beautiful.
Poppy quietly trod to his side, leaning down as she looked at him, admiring him for the 100th time this day. The Pop Queen ran her fingers through his soft curly hair, the scent of his green apple shampoo still lingering from the shower he took almost an hour ago.
She was utterly enticed by his presence and beauty, she didn't even notice him sniffle and open his eyes slowly.
"Everything okay?" Branch asks, words escaping his blue tinted lips, teal eyes looking at her pink ones.
"Everything's okay, I wasn't quite tired yet." Her voice is almost a whisper, a habit that happens when she is quiet for a considerable amount of time. The Pop Queen smiles lightly, eyes gleaming.
"Please get in bed now, I'm cold without you."
"Of course."
Poppy immediately joins him on their bed, spooning her beloved, breathing in sync and blanket on top of each other, her hands wrapped on his waist. Safe in Branch's arms where she belongs.
"I love you Branchifer."
"I love you too, darling."