DCBB '11 - Art Master-Post - "Reaching As I Fall", by apokteino
This is my first participation in the DeanCastiel BigBang this year! Not any writing, but yay, art!
I had the pleasure to work with the very sweet apokteino on her fic "Reaching As I Fall". Her fic is totally amazing and has become one of my favourite in the fandom, that's how good it is! It was really cool to work with her on this and she was amazing enough to not freak out on me when I had the most horrible art block during a huge part of the month!
Now the art is VERY spoilery of the fic, so read it first and then come back here later ; )
REACHING AS I FALL MASTERPOST
Michael moves forward, swift and sudden, and Castiel flinches, again. Michael reaches out with his right hand, placing it on the side of Castiel’s face, thumb on Castiel’s chin, tilting his head upwards, so Castiel’s staring him right in the eyes, and there’s pressure there, bordering on pain.
~*~*~*~
Dean looks up, and Castiel follows, eyes cast out to the darkness.
Spread across the curve of the night sky, there are dozens, then hundreds of them: points of radiance moving fast, the hearts of angels wrapped in bright, seizing light - falling.
Falling, Dean’s hand tight in his own, and Castiel can’t breathe for a second. He looks at Dean, speechless, and hopes Dean can see it in his eyes.
“I love you,” Dean says.
Falling.
I had the pleasure to work with the very sweet apokteino on her fic "Reaching As I Fall". Her fic is totally amazing and has become one of my favourite in the fandom, that's how good it is! It was really cool to work with her on this and she was amazing enough to not freak out on me when I had the most horrible art block during a huge part of the month!
Now the art is VERY spoilery of the fic, so read it first and then come back here later ; )
REACHING AS I FALL MASTERPOST
Michael moves forward, swift and sudden, and Castiel flinches, again. Michael reaches out with his right hand, placing it on the side of Castiel’s face, thumb on Castiel’s chin, tilting his head upwards, so Castiel’s staring him right in the eyes, and there’s pressure there, bordering on pain.
~*~*~*~
Dean looks up, and Castiel follows, eyes cast out to the darkness.
Spread across the curve of the night sky, there are dozens, then hundreds of them: points of radiance moving fast, the hearts of angels wrapped in bright, seizing light - falling.
Falling, Dean’s hand tight in his own, and Castiel can’t breathe for a second. He looks at Dean, speechless, and hopes Dean can see it in his eyes.
“I love you,” Dean says.
Falling.