“Does she at least have a name?” Karl says after a time, keeping his eyes on the dusty road ahead of them but watching Anders perk up beside him from the corner of his eye.
Anders holds out the kitten proudly, presenting her as if she were something royal and precious. Which, to Anders, she probably is. “Lady Fluffpaw.”
Karl groans. “Dear Maker…”
another illustration for chapter five of my teen apostates!Kanders fic The Second Best Thing I’ve Ever Done [found on AO3]















