Alex is all too happy to tuck himself onto the sofa with Henry; Henry’s arm comes up around his shoulders like it’s the only possible thing to do, pulling Alex closer into his side. Alex looks up at him, grinning, and Henry looks back, his eyes soft, his expression adoring.
I was beyond blessed to have the opportunity to commission the unbelievably talented iconic superstar @kidovna to illustrate a scene from the fic I've written that is closest to my heart, my poet Henry/model Alex AU the poem you make of me.
Everything Bhavna creates fills me with so much joy and light, and the beauty of this actually made me cry! Not to mention they are like the kindest, sweetest person ever and were so incredible to work worth and put up with my messy indecisive ass along the way. I feel very fortunate not only to have had this opportunity but to have their positive presence in my life. 💖
This fic made me believe in myself as a writer more than ever before, and I'm so so grateful for all the love it and I have received along the way. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Read it here:
the poem you make of me
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