He could sense by her tiny movements; she fiddled with something in her hands and he could only assume it was the chicken soup. “Can I say it yet?”
“Say what?” she asked, absent.
“I love you.”
She stopped moving. “Oh, Adrien. I love you too.”
He felt her coming. Her hand on his stomach and it’s gradually increasing pressure as she leaned in. Her breath on his face. He closed his eyes as her lips pressed against his and his heart broke. He couldn’t see her. Couldn’t see the look of love he hoped was on her face. Couldn’t see her smile. Couldn’t see those brilliant blue eyes shining. He wanted to kiss her and lose himself in something normal, but he couldn’t. His throat closed up and then next thing he knew he was crying.
– from Glaze by kryallaorchid (no matter what I do it refuses to tag her thANKS OBAMA)
I feel bad, I was gonna at least darken the lines on this a little but I realized I wasn’t feeling it so I didn’t even finish drawing the scene lol. This is not how I should pay tribute to my fave lb fanfic 8( I’ll do it justice some other time.
“Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered”