A gift for @astrangebird
This scene left me breathless and I knew I had to illustrate it.
From chapter 5 of In the Low Lamp Light I Was Free:
He sets the helmet down on the crate, it’s stoic face staring out into the dunes with him as he steps out of the shade. The sunlight is blistering hot, but it’s a good heat, a welcoming one. Impulsively he pulls his undershirt over his head as well, bathing his naked skin in light. A heavy breath stutters out of him. Gods above, when was the last time he felt sun and sand and wind against his chest? He tucks his shirt into the elastic of his pants and holds his arms out to soak it all up. Maybe if he catches enough of it it’ll fill up these gaping empty spaces inside him.












