Martin’s face is rather pink, he notices. Next he notices that their faces are in fact still only inches apart and he is still very much half-straddling Martin’s lap and that he should probably move. He wants to move, but Martin’s freckles are standing out nicely and that feels more important, in the moment. It occurs to him that he’s never counted them. He’s tried, but Martin always moves or talks and he loses count. One under his left eye. Six across his nose. Two next to the corner of his mouth-
“Uh. Jon?” Martin’s voice is too high. His breath smells like that cinnamon gum he likes.
Jon snaps himself out of it with a jolt
(Ch. 13 of Fate, or Something by @protectmartinblackwood)
Some fan art of my favorite fanfic! Thank you @protectmartinblackwood for letting me borrow your designs for these two geniuses ahahaha! ID: A digital illustration of John Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. They are halfway sitting, having fallen onto one another in front of John’s desk. Loose, crumpled papers strewn the hardwood floor beneath them. Martin has propped himself up on one elbow, his other arm splayed out towards the foreground. John is nearly straddling Martin’s thigh. He has one hand on Martin’s shoulder while pressing the fingertips of his other hand against the floor. Their hands are center in the foreground, almost touching.
John and Martin’s faces are only several inches apart. Both men are blushing, albeit Martin moreso. John is studying Martin’s face, counting the freckles by his mouth. Martin is gazing up at John. John has warm, medium brown skin and graying brown hair. He is wearing violet sweater vest over a rumpled button-down shirt. Martin has light rosy skin and blond hair. He is wearing an olive green sweater and striped dress shirt. His red converse sneakers contrast with John’s pointed dress shoes. End ID.
