He peeked through the open window of the kitchen and leaned on the frame, watching as she moved about the kitchen. Ā She wore a simple fitted green dress with her thick knit sweater, the one she wore when the weather would be sharp but not freezing cold. Knowing her, she would be angry about being thus spied upon but he couldnāt stand to miss one note. Ā Watching her sing was as good as listening to her.
from The Language That Lives Between Words by @titaniasfics
I realized that I never thanked Titania for her help with the partial first draft of Dr. Hot Buns 2, so I decided to offer her this little drawing of mine. Iām not exactly the best artist in the fandom and I did it in just like three hours, but I hope you will like it anyway. This is also to thank you for still being the sweet, supportive, amazing person that you are, even though I basically disappeared on you for almost a year. I chose to draw a scene from this story because to me itās very special. I had already read other works of yours, but this was the first story that I had the guts to leave a comment on. Thatās how we started talking and became friends. Thanks to this story I found you and, consequently, the will to work on what Iād like to be my future job. So, C, thank you so much for all youāve done for me. I heart you. XOXO -Isa
