#there’s a distinct possibility that I’m having a bit of a fangirl moment rn
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silverstarfics · 1 month ago
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Oh. My. God!!
This is one of the best surprises I’ve ever received! Your art style is so beautiful. Look at them! It hurts my heart (which is my own fault for writing angst) because you’ve captured every emotion so perfectly. Ahhh!! I love this so so much! Thank you thank you thank you!
and @human-still-developing I love you <33
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@human-still-developing asked:
Hey Len! My good friend Kat (@silverstarfics) is working on a multi-fic work called "Yesterday's Promise". I've attached a short excerpt and if it strikes your fancy I think she would love some fanart for her birthday soon <333
There was a faint pressure. Scott tracked it back to his hands and blinked, once, twice, realising that John was right in front of him and they were sitting on the floor and John was holding his hands, squeezing.
"Too dark," he choked out.
"EOS, lights, lowest setting."
The shadows retreated back to their corners. Light was good. Light was a barricade against sneak attacks. But light wasn't safe. Nothing was safe. Even here, home, away from the main threat that crept ever closer, there was no safety, not when the danger was in their own minds. Good luck finding secure ground when the foundations of your subconscious were crumbling.
Protect your brothers.
Except when you're the one putting them at greater risk.
"I f-froze."
John winced. "Right. That."
Typically, rooms weren't supposed to spin. Then again, typically Scott didn't feel like he was having a heart attack, so, you know… fun times. Talking of time, he was taking up too much of it. Too much everything. Take a breath, there's oxygen here somewhere, oh look, John's talking again…
"Scott."
John sounded strangely panicked. John never sounded panicked. Occasionally overwhelmed but never properly panicked. And yet…
Why is he crying, a small, logical part of Scott's brain asked, filled with concern because he could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen John cry.
"Come back to me."
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