And, just like that, it's over.
The music fades out. The cheering is like white noise, buzzing in his ears, as Astarion pulls him back upright. He's smiling; really, truly smiling, the way that he does so rarely it feels like a gift.
“Good?” Gale gasps, suddenly realising how hard he's breathing, but unable to hold back the smile that's trying to split his face in half.
“Might be the best you've ever done it,” Astarion says, squeezing his fingers before letting him go. “Camera’s waiting.”
The Season by Linnetagain
Drawing the boys doing Tessa & Scott’s Moulin Rouge routine again because I have no chill and no self control. The latest chapter had me screaming/crying/throwing up and this is how I am coping.
Again, inspired by the wonderful, magnificent The Season; the bloodweave figure skating AU fic that I didn’t know I needed and now can’t live without. Read it and weep, friends; join me in this brainrot hell.
Also I literally do not know how to colour/render but I’m trying to learn please be kind 🥺














