#peacemessage

for @fuckthisshitimin (hopefully almost worth the wait)

[ID: A digital drawing of Angelo Volta and Sebastian Fen from the Night Shift Podcast, dancing together. We see them from the waist up, their profile to us. They are standing against a pale yellow background, their bodies colored blue, and the shadows a glowing orange. The highlights are the same color as the background, giving the impression that the light is eating them in a way. Sebastian's left side is to us, covered by his scar. He is closing his eyes, head resting peacefully on Angelo's shoulder. His left hand is hanging near Angelo's shoulder. His right hand is held up, tangled with Angelo's. His second hand settled on Sebastian's back, Angelo is looking forward, smiling subtly. Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID.]

For 30 days of Echor, a @green-eyes-and-orange-ties initiative! Week 1: Ships (there are many other prompts, but this was the easiest for me. Will try to do others though!)

This is drawn from Mapplethorpe's photograph "Two men dancing", which is one of my favorites, though I have a huuuuge soft spot for his eroticas. The photograph is very high contrast (how do you say clairobscure in English? The thing Caravaggio was fucking good at?), and I do love me some stark black and white, but I wanted to try the glowy shadows route, and I think I like this quite a lot. Will try again.

[ID: A four pages long comic depiction of the motel scene from the Night Shift Podcast, episode 12, in black and white.

The first page opens while Angelo is taking Sebastian’s blood. Sebastian is sat on an armchair, head bent back and eyes closed, looking uncomfortable. Angelo is kneeling before him, focused and face neutral as he asks “What makes you so sure it’s to do with me?”. We see a close-up of the needle, and Sebastian’s expression as it shifts to a more relaxed one, saying “You make me feel when I’m used to being numb”.

The second on starts with Angelo saying “All done”, and we see Sebastian from above as he puts pressure on the needle wound. The blood sample is secured in a plastic bag, and Sebastian crouches down, passing a hand through his hair. His smile is weary, he says “You know, I have no idea what you think of me.” We see Angelo finishing to put the sample away, face closed as in the background Seb is still talking: “I think you must like me.”

The third page first shows the two character’s faces: Angelo eyes closed and head bent up, frowning as to fight an emotion, and Sebastian, smiling a bit painfully, saying: “because you don’t seem like someone who would bother with a person they didn’t like. But I can’t wrap my head around why-”. Then, we see the entire scene, Sebastian looking between his knees and Angelo looking at him, flexing his hand as he moves towards him. “and you...” Sebastian goes, as Angelo passes by him to sit on the bed facing the armchair. “And I?”, Angelo prompts.

In the last page, we see Sebastian’s eyes as he looks up to Volta with determination. He leans a bit forward, neck twisting to face the other properly. Layer over the two of them sitting face to face are close-ups of their faces, expressions yearning and wistful. “If I came over there right now, and kissed you, would you let me?” Sebastian asks. Lastly, we see Angelo smiling, brows eye on his forehead, an evident tenderness to him when he says “Yes.”

Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID.]

HERE IT IS!!!!!

Six days, seventeen pages of drafts and four final pages for thirty-seven seconds of audio. I am totally normal about this episode.

By the way this is how the scene ends, there is nothing after that, Sebastian stops recording and they kiss senseless.

Inspired by V Black's delivery of "...to hold you" in ep1.12 (like their talent just Takes.Me.Out.Every.Time) & by my cat needing to be closer than physics will allow before she'll sleep

The sunlight bounced from the lake playing across Sebastian's skin. Angelo watched the patterns form and dissipate. He watched as the sun gently wash through Sebastian's hair, creating an array of colours before running off again.

Sebastian twitched as he fought against something in his sleep, a dream? A memory perhaps? Nothing good.

Angelo reached out; pausing. An unseen moment of hesitation.

A rush of warmth and affection radiated out from the point of contact and flooded through him. Angelo closed his eyes, allowing himself this.

Angelo pulled him closer to his chest.

He could feel the warmth of Sebastian's back along his forearm and the softness of his hair between his fingers.

Pulling him closer.

Sebastian's hair brushed his cheek as his forehead pressed against Angelo's neck. Angelo could feel his heart reaching though it's cage attempting to hold Sebastian itself.

Closer.

Angelo could feel Sebastian's breath from parted lips cross his collar bone. Slowing with each exhale, the tension previously held ebbing with each sigh. An arresting surrender.

Sebastian shifted against Angelo, he felt an arm drape across his side and a hand against his back. It was Angelo's turn for his breath to hitch as his heart fall away somewhere within.

[ID: A digital drawing of Sebastian Fen and Angelo Volta from the Night Shift Podcast, in predominant blue hues. Whilst Angelo is sitting at the feet of a bed in a white shirt, Sebastian, sitting on the bed, hugs him from behind, wrapping both arms and one leg around him. Angelo returns the hug, leaning into it and holding one of Sebastian’s arms close. His eyes are closed and he is smiling - Sebastian, on the other hand, looks down at him. Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID.]

This is how close Seb holds his boyfriend the second he can, anything less is a fucking lie. I just need them to touch. I am very normal about this.