m-m-m-myysurana: In honour of @elialys beautiful fic On The Wings of the Ten reaching a big kudos mi
m-m-m-myysurana: In honour of @elialys beautiful fic On The Wings of the Ten reaching a big kudos milestone, (so proud!! you deserve it) here is a sketch of one of my favourite scenes. If you’re a Kotaloy fan, (or even if you aren’t, tbh) and you haven’t read this fic yet, you’re absolutely missing out! ;3 She’s quite aware of his presence against her, too, her senses heightened by the battle they just fought. She tries not to let it take over, tries to focus on her breathing as she leans heavily upon the fallen machine…but Kotallo’s breath is heavy, too, just as ragged, and it rushes in and out, so close to her ear.She’s well acquainted with how fast this man can move, as proven many times in the last few minutes. Which means that he’s choosing to remain where he is, his hand still gripping the handle of his blade, pinned to her back, breathing against her skin, a thought that makes her shiver as much as the sheer feel of him.She doesn’t consciously start leaning back, but she doesn’t stop herself either when she realizes she’s doing it, seeking more of him. She’s rewarded when his breath shifts, much closer to her neck. When warm air from his lungs pools upon her skin, the ensuing shiver that shoots down her spine is electric, her insides stirring, just like the other night when he’d held on to her and drank from her lips. -- source link
#saraaaaaaaaaaaaah#lskdflksjdfklsjdflksdkljfsd#writergasm#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#hfw spoilers