âYou must get asked that a lot,â Isak says. ââWhat are we?ââ Even bites his lip. âThey do ask me that.â âWhat do you answer?â âI donât usually.â The boat rocks again as Isak squints. âWhat would you answer now if I asked you?â âAre you asking me seriously this time?â âYeah,â Isak says, his mouth staying slightly open in a way that feels both challenging and vulnerable. Evenâs brain floods with images, playing like a reel of unused footage. Moments where Isak was at the piano smiling to himself, in that twin bed, his back to Even, his hand making a bunny shape. His eyes in the sun. His sharp words, the soft ones. Yelling when they got wet in the rain. Racing on his bike. His arms around Even. His laughter. His lips close. The heat of his secret room. Reaching on his tiptoes for that key. Each image is blurry and out of focus. Useless to the story, it would never sell, but priceless to Even. To him, theyâre the best parts. Isak and the things only Even saw. Each moment. Belonging to him.
Chapter 15 of â¨Superstarâ¨: Mostly Rainbows by @ghostcat3000 and @irazor is now up on AO3. Written for the 2024 @skambigbang and featuring phenomenal art from @parallel-univers.
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