“Some might say that Freya flew—as a dragon knight, the sky was not unfamiliar to her, the rush of air screaming past her ears and the vision of clouds beneath her arched feet came with every leap she made. She knew the heavens more than others might, touched it with fingertips clutched around the wooden shaft of a lance, gazed at it from the rail-lined decks of airships that skimmed the mist-filled valley bowls of her home continent.
But she had never known flying like this.
Nevermind the alien arms that carried her, the stone-hard face that only allowed the barest twitch of emotion, even as they grazed inches above ocean foam like sea birds. Freya had never flown like this before. She was not a dragon knight, a wanderer, a bird or an airship—touchdown always seemed inevitable then, the air always followed by the hard smack of the ground, the flutter-flap-stop, the landing, the return to reality.
In this moment, neverminding the arms, the face, the once-in-a-while grunts from the man carrying her, in this moment, she was a cloud, touchdown felt far away, and she hoped it would never come.”
DEAR KIA, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. OKAY. THIS IS THE ONE SERIOUS PICTURE I AM EVER DRAWING OF THIS CRACK. I actually got physically sick when I was working on this—it was dehydration and eye strain, probably BUT STILL.THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I FEEL CHALLENGED.
PICKLED RAT.
This deserves a reblog just because of the absurdity.
I also truly love crack pairings.
I’d ship it.
