In a joyful flourish, Runaan’s hands moved as if by their own prerogative; tangling in his hair as he stroked the strands of his ponytail happily. He leaned into Ethari, feeling each inch of him against himself. He twirled and caressed his hair, feeling his euphoria encompass him like magic.
ID written out under the cut.
I haven't done one of these in a good few months, so it was super exciting to get back into this! Especially for a new fandom! This fic was both a delight to cover and an absolute pain to figure out how to cover it. Canva remains, as always, ever so helpful (/s). But I am so happy I threw hands and created this because it turned out so lovely. I think this is the prettiest cover I've done so far!
This fic is everything, and I absolutely adore both it and autistic Runaan. I hope you like this, my friend 💖💖
Quotes from acielsa @no-cinnamon-for-synonym and @yes-bitch-im-trans!
Wow thank you so much! This is beautiful!!!