Keith, himself, in the bedroom doorway, slouched there against the frame with head tilted just gently to one side. Mess of dark hair, a shadow at his eyes that might be bags beneath them. Bulk of his coat and the collar of Shiro’s T-shirt where his sweater sags past the clavicle. Thick knit socks, peeking above the top of his ankle boots. Eyes hooded, but an absent smile ghosting across his mouth. Happy. Worn out, but happy. Looks like – I love you.
-B-Side - themissinglenk
There’s so much I could say about this. @themissinglenk gave me permission to draw something for this wonderful piece a few months ago, and I’ve been slowly working when I can find time to try and make something that can even remotely express the way B-Side made me feel.
If you’re looking for a piece that captures nostalgia, bittersweet fluff, and the liminal peace of a winter morning, B-Side is the fic for you. There’s also a second chapter up that wasn’t around when I started this, and it’s excellent. (Really just go check out all Lenk’s work.) I would rave about it here, but this would become a really long post.
I’m honestly a little anxious over sharing this -- @themissinglenk has been an inspiration for me since high school, and that inspiration has been one of the main things driving me to improve my own skills.
Thank you for that.
