Sorry it isn’t too great but I drew a comic for @moami of one of her short little stories. This is like the second short comic I’ve ever done in my life but, Happy Birthday!
Thank you for this wonderful birthday present. I cannot believe you did something for my original work – I feel honoured and touched. Thank you so very much, it is gorgeous!
“Iwaizumi! …it’s been a long time. Didn’t think you’d come.”
“Hello. I’m here, aren’t I? Gonna send me away?”
“No. I’d never – look. We’ve both lost him.”
“You’ve lost your best friend. I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. Oikawa belonged with you, he always said that. Even when he – in his last moments, he joked how you two had always been…”
“Before I left, you mean.”
“…yes. Years ago. I think he missed you all this time. Why are you only here now? Why’d you abandon him?”
“Matsukawa. Don’t.”
“I want to understand! Why did you leave? He loved you like a brother, he loved you more than anything – ”
“Not as much as he loved her.”
“She was his wife. That’s different.”
“Oh, it is. It was. You don’t know anything. You were the friend he needed and I was the one who felt too much.”
“Of course he loved her more – were you afraid he wouldn’t be your friend anymore, so you left completely? Have you never been in love?”
“I have.”
“Then – ”
“For fifty years.”
“…what?”
“I’ve loved enough for two lifetimes, and one of those is over now.”
“I didn’t – I had no idea – ”
“And neither did he. Which is how I made him happy. Goodbye, Matsukawa.”
Happy Birthday @moami
Soft and sweet Iwaoi for you!
Oh Amalas, thank you so much. Loving the tenderness in this greatly. Your Iwaois are always a delight and so is knowing you. Holds this gift close to my heart.
Change is the only forever.
Testing out the amazing pens the lovely @moami gifted me with! Scribbled an Iwa-chan from her fic Kissmarked!
So on top of being an incredible host during my visit, you also gift me with this, and that is honestly excessive and very much wonderful. You are a little treasure, Bee.
All of Hajime’s firsts have been taken by Tooru, and it’s annoying. Whenever something new sprouts in Hajime’s surroundings, fresh hesitation on its leaves, Tooru picks it up and plants it in a pot. He does always end up giving it to Hajime, fine, but it’s really about the principle of the issue.
(All pots are on his mental windowsill, blooming. Colourful.)
So after their first kiss, when Hajime’s seventeen and never Tooru’s first at anything, he can’t help but say something. “That was,” Hajime stutters. Tooru still has a hand in his hair, halfway leaning over his lap, Hajime on his bed and backed against the wall. (Because he surely would have fallen if Tooru had kissed him standing. His mouth tingles. He loves, loves, loves.)
“Yes?” Tooru wants to know. His lips shouldn’t still be pale. Should be spelling Hajime’s name in red.
He clears his throat, shrugs, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Just don’t think that it’ll get better than this. You probably know a way though, you always do. And I suppose you’ve done it all as well.”
Tooru stays silent for a stunning moment.
“Right,” Hajime says. “Forget it. Wanna kiss again?”
“There is a way.” A warm hand slides around Hajime’s neck, and Tooru climbs his lap, bony knees by Hajime’s ribs, jittery adventure alight in his smile. “Never did it, though. It’s all new for both of us after this.”
Hajime wants to reply. He doesn’t get to, which is – which is, oh, it’s okay. Oh, his heartbeat thunders at the press of Tooru’s mouth. I want, his breath hitches when a shy tongue slides against his own, melts Tooru’s taste into the heat of his mouth and pushes inside.
“Again,” he growls when Tooru gasps for air, and then swallows the muffled laugh of his (boyfriend? forever? everything) between slowly blushing lips and newborn licks that sends shudders down their spines.
Tiny stories.
if you see me smile to myself: go away. it’s not meant for you, i was likely thinking about science. tell your cells to calm their powerhouses.
I finally have access to a scanner so I’m scanning in some old sketchbook pages!
Baby cacti 🌵
Moami 