“Qingxuan, wake up. Qingxuan…”
The wooden bed, usually stable and large, seemed too tiny as it shook with Qingxuan's frantic jerks. [...]A worried He Xuan shook his spouse, cleaning the mixture of perspiration and cold sweat from his spouse’s forehead with a towel. Qingxuan's head was already elevated from the pillow, held securely and reverently by He Xuan's large hand.
My entry for the Beefleaf minibang by @beefleafweek2025
I got to create an image for Shiqungxuan_no1's fic 'It wasn't just a Nightmare' be sure to check out the fic and the other amazing art piece done by @illust-ao !
https://archiveofourown.org/works/81835616/
This was such a fun experience and I really enjoyed challenging my watercolor skills for this ✨
Some wips after the break