“What’s curating?” Isak asks, because of course his brain manages to latch on the least relevant part. That’s why he shouldn’t talk to people. He always says the wrong thing.
Luckily, Even just laughs. A warm, hearty laugh that Isak can feel all the way down to his toes. He lets out a little embarrassed laugh of his own.
All the climbing, all the falling by Alene/ @tristealven
Happy birthday, Elina! Have this wonky little picture of Isak and Even on Løvstakken in Bergen. I love your story so much, it’s hard to put it in words. This scene and this art doesn’ t capture the lovely, melancholy atmosphere in your fic, or the way you describe Isak, Even and the other characters so well. Or Bergen. Bergen is like a character, too. Gah, I love Atcaf. And this was what I managed, this time. I’m so happy to know you, Elina, and I hope you have a lovely day!Â
❤❤❤
