“Just hold me.”
“I’ll hold you until the end.”
Merlin pressed his hand to Arthur’s damp blonde hair. Death wouldn’t separate them. It’d have to take him first, and it would have to fight through all of the magic Merlin carried to take Arthur away from him.
[Photoshop CS-4 + wacom intuos 3 with this playing on repeat. Experimental process involving textures and patterns while incorporating my fine art style into my illustrative style.]
11 hours straight. I have not slept yet. Sorry for the shitty fanfic description.
I’m still taking commissions if you want one. Pay what you can.