ajconstantine: I am beyond delighted with the absolutely gorgeous commission by AnotherWellKeptSecre
ajconstantine: I am beyond delighted with the absolutely gorgeous commission by AnotherWellKeptSecret for my fic Jagged Edge of Seduction. I’m in awe at how perfectly she brought my writing to life– the intimate tenderness of the pose, the colours, the streetlights, the backdrop… I’m so in love with this art. You can see her many other excellent works of art on Tumblr and Patreon.Dusk was settling in muted hues of purple and gray, gradually turning the streetlights into golden orbs that cast reflections onto the gleaming water of the river. As they walked the drawn out sounds of a violin were heard before they came close enough to see a woman playing by the railing, the wiry mass of graying hair pulled back tightly at the nape of her neck swaying with her as she dipped with her bow as it slid across the strings. Aziraphale made a motion as if to keep walking but Crowley pulled on his hand, taking a side step into his space to face him. Aziraphale looked at him as Crowley brought their joined hand up to cradle against his chest and slid the other hand around his coat to the middle of his back.His left hand moved up Crowley’s arm to rest on his shoulder. The music morphed from the lively tune to something more slow and drawn out, notes lingering in the air around them. Aziraphale felt the change in the music spark something undefinable between them as he gazed at Crowley, who tightened his grip and pulled him closer. Seeing himself reflected in Crowley’s sunglasses, Aziraphale raised his fingers to the edge of them and paused, then when Crowley gave a minute nod he pushed them up into his dark ginger hair. His hand drifted back down to rest on the demon’s cheek, slowly caressing it.The quieter sounds of London as it slid into night, the soft dimming light lending the earth an otherworldly quality, the beautifully haunting sounds of the music swirling around them… all of it coalesced into a warm mass of feelings within his chest pushing out as if he felt he might burst from it. His hand slid to the back of Crowley’s neck, pulling gently, and his eyes fluttered closed as their mouths met, a slow unhurried brushing of lips that kept to a tender pace. -- source link