“You slept in my arms,” he says. “Fitfully.”
All right, so this bunny hopped into my head this morning and wouldn’t go away until I’d written/drawn it. I was skimming Carry On today looking for details about Baz’s entrance for the next art piece (which I am about 50% of the way completed on), and I naturally went down the rabbit hole to read other sections of the book. That’s when I landed on the passage from Chapter 64 about Baz sleeping fitfully in Simon’s arms.
And I thought, hold up. This needs further exploration. The result was this little ficlet and art.
It’s total fluff, but I hope you enjoy this “fic with a pic” by yours truly.
BAZ
I nudge Snow with my shoulder.
“Snow,” I whisper. “Simon.”
He shifts beside me and groans. His eyelids open just a crack.
