today's copic art of Corbeau

Corbeau could see that you were down. Your energy was almost nonexistent, expression weary in a depressing way, and it made his heart twist uncomfortably.

As he approached the couch you were moping on, you expected him to lay on top of you, or maybe beside you. You didn’t expect him to lean down and scoop you up bridal style.

“Beau.” You protested.

“I’ve got you.” He mumbled.

Corbeau carried you into the kitchen, and sat you upright on the marble countertop. He pushed his glasses up his nose before resting a hand on either side of your legs, leaning forward. With a sigh, he pressed the side of his face against yours.

You felt bad with the way you were bringing his mood down. “Corbeau.”

He kissed your face. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You don’t have to make me anything.”

Corbeau pulled away, expression firm. “I’m going to make you dinner, and you’re going to sit here and look pretty. If you don’t tell me what you want, I’ll just make something.”

You sighed, lips curling into the tiniest of smiles. Moving your hand to rest on top of his, you shook your head. “I don’t know. You can make whatever, I guess.”

Corbeau’s hand turned under yours and intertwined with your fingers. “I can do that for you.” He leaned in again, and kissed your lips. It was a gentle, but tender peck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Corbeau kissed you again, before stepping away to dig in the fridge. He started pilling out ingredients, setting them on the counter beside you. You watched as he moved around the kitchen gracefully, with precise, natural movements.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as he set a pan over the oven burner.

“For?” Corbeau turned the dial, and burner clicked to life.

“For…everything. Being here.”

He turned around to grab the carton of eggs he sat out, but stopped in front of you first. “You don’t need to thank me for that. I’ll be here now, and forever.” Corbeau smiled warmly. “I mean that. You’re stuck with me now.”

You smiled, and he kissed you once more. He grabbed the eggs, turning around to face the pan again.

“I mean it. I’ve got you, angel. Always.”

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A light in my house suddenly turned on- AND WHO DO I SEE?!?!

telling him exactly what he wants to hear

Please accept this Corbeau doodle 🤲

I like to figure out how to make Tenna expressive with his lack of eyes and brows. It’s a fun challenge

Inspiration

Lying in bed with Corbeau.

The moon is high in the sky, and there’s a gentle night’s breeze that brushes over the two of you as it whisks in from the open patio doors. You’re lying on his chest as he sits up against the headboard, one arm slung around you. His hand brushes your shoulder gently.

Scolipede and your pokemon are curled up in a pile in the middle of the bedroom floor, snoring softly, unbothered by the conversation held between the two of you.

You’re talking about your relationship. It’s a serious conversation, though the air is not thick nor stretched with tension. Everything is relaxed as you talk about expectations, marriage, and kids.

Corbeau wants to marry you. He never thought he would see the day where he would want to get married, and yet here he is, sitting impatiently for it. He bites his tongue to suggest getting married the next day, he wants to give you a wedding worthy of yourself. You deserve to feel like royalty, if only for a few hours.

“I want to give you your dream wedding, whatever that is.” Corbeau straight up tells you, running a hand through your hair.

“Well, what about your dream?”

“My dream is whatever will make you smile.”

You tease him for the cheesy answer, but it’s the truth. He has never spared an expense for you, and he won’t start now.

Corbeau glances at the closet as you talk about your dream wedding. The engagement ring he picked out months ago sits in one of his old shoe boxes, nestled between a pair of winter boots he doesn’t really wear anymore. He thought about proposing to you the day he got it, but Philippe was quick to remind him to wait.

He doesn’t know how much longer he will wait. Corbeau assumes he’ll know when the moment is right, but what could be a perfect enough moment for you? He doesn’t know.

“No thoughts on that?”

“Hm?” Corbeau hums, looking back down at you.

“Open bar at the wedding? Everyone gets like 2 drinks each, but we get as many as we want. Actually, how about a bar just for us?”

Corbeau laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever you want, angel.”

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WELL,

BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS THEY ARE!

OR, WAS IT A TREE?

IN ANY CASE,

HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

Corbeau loves to make you laugh.

His jokes are usually sarcastic, told with a dead pan expression, and, if you didn’t know him better, you’d think he was serious- most people do. But you can see how the corner of his lips twitch slightly upwards when he says something he knows will make you giggle.

Sometimes he’ll tell you puns too, horrible dad level things that probably came from the influence of Philippe. If you groan, he just grins.

If you go along with his jokes, you’ll watch as his smile grows, and you might even get a laugh out of him if you’re lucky. His laugh is beautiful; something gentle and real, a secluded part of the man that only you are blessed to see.

Some of the most vulnerable moments in your relationship are those when you’re tied together in bedsheets, wine in your system, as the two of you laugh over nothing: a joke from earlier, maybe, but simply looking at one another sends you into a giggling fit. It’s such a raw moment, as if you were two teenagers experiencing love for the first time, but it’s so genuine that it hurts. It aches in your heart in the best of ways, alongside your ribs that are sore from laughter.

Once the two of you can finally calm down, Corbeau leans forward and kisses the corner of your lips. He rests his forehead against yours and murmurs, “I love your laugh.”

“I love you.”

Corbeau chuckles lowly, “are you trying to one-up me?” He kisses you. “I love you more.”

And you laugh, again, because it’s such a cheesy thing to say, and yet you feel so damn happy. “I love you more.”

“Try me.” Corbeau grins, and tackles you onto the mattress. You squeal as his hands move to your sides to tickle you, ripping even more laughter out of you.

"Well, that's disappointing. I wasn't able to let Scolipede fully shine." - Corbeau - Pokémon ZA

Intoxicating, isn't he? 🫟💜