Feb 12
for ratbones' fic black scales- for a hot second i thought zyl was gonna whip his phone out to take some photo evidence of the occasion
"Now he was lying on mossy, damp rock, cracks and uneven edges poking into his back, with an ancient war hero lying on his chest in a state one might charitably describe as sleep. The whole thing was rather at odds with the sudden bluish light of his phone's boot-up screen, painfully bright even just reflected off of the little cave's ceiling. He unlocked it without looking. It would do him no good right now to see the photo on his homescreen."
But in my version he looked at his lock screen and got sad 😇
