“excuse me i’m really trying to work rn” – Tatum probably
Ooookaay, so I decided to join the Tatum appreciation art train. :D This started off as a sketch but I ended up spending a lot more time on it than I thought. But I also couldn’t stop looking at Tatum, sooooo
Summary: A simple sparring session unearths long buried feelings between Tatum and Jelena
Warning: None, just some mild angst
Idk how I feel about this, but I decided to say screw it and just post it, rather than ruminate over it for the next 48 hours. Enjoy!
~v~
Jelena huffs as she follows behind Tatum, having to sprint in order to keep up with his long strides. The cool Autumn air wraps around her, goosebumps popping up along her arms as the breeze picks up. So maybe forgoing a jacket wasn’t her smartest idea.
“Where are we going?” Jelena asks. “And why am I dressed like this?
Tatum woke her up promptly at 7:30, told her to wear workout clothes, and slipped out of her bedroom before she could ask any clarifying questions. And now here she is, on a freaking Saturday morning, speed walking across campus, just as clueless as she was 30 minutes ago.
“Don’t ask questions, just follow me.”
It’s the first thing he’s said to her since he woke her up. She’s making progress!
