Clarke never expected to run into Bellamy Blake again. They were really good friends for a single semester her junior year of college, when they were both studying abroad in Italy, and it was one of those intense, proximity-and-time-based relationships, where they stayed up late drinking cheap wine and talking about everything. She’s pretty sure if they had just had another month, they would have slept together, become more, but–well, they didn’t. They went home to separate colleges on separate sides of the country, and remained friends in the conventional way: Facebook. At some point, he stopped updating or liking anything she did, and she mostly forgot about him.
And then she literally bumps into him at a bar.
She recognizes him instantly, broad shoulders, smattering of freckles, even though his hair has gotten longer and gone curly, and he’s older. He’s still beautiful, like he was, but he’s grown more defined, more real, almost.
It occurs to me that I just spent 30 minutes pondering the science of an animated GIF featuring a man who resembles Breaking Bad’s Gus Fring either accepting or creating pantsfuls of anthropomorphic hot dogs. Now that is what I call productivity.
Here’s a WIP of a poster print I have in the works! It’s actually a more detailed colored version of a drawing I made last year. Once I finish it I’ll Inaugurate my society 6 store and put prints up for sale :D