Blaine drank him in, sketching fast—much faster than he usually went. Just that face, just a simple sketch, but he was trying to capture… so much; the warm light on pale, fine skin; the evocative, elusive quality of timelessness—as if Kurt were a ghost from a bygone age, impossible to touch; the perfect, charming beauty that threaded innocence and experience together, and—that voice. Of course he could never catch that, never translate that pleasure from his ears and nerves and heart to the paper. Never.
He tried anyway.
Blaine sank further, falling into the work, feeling each line and shade and curve like he was touching it with his fingers, memorizing shape and texture—but the next time he glanced up, his hand went abruptly still.
Kurt’s eyes were closed. He was still singing. He looked… lost, lost in what he was doing, surrendered and abandoned to it—and a streak like lightning ran down Blaine’s spine.
All I need to say is that this author is my aspiration and inspiration. Her prose is simply out of this world, achingly beautiful to the core, and her plots are always striking. I had to draw from this story in particular, which is quite possibly my favorite, although I in no way did it justice. If you haven’t already, please check out Cimmerians’ work!
This is the fifth of a continuing series of fanart fic recs. Find my tag for them here.
Some photo references used, mostly for the piano. I need to pick a single coloring style one day and stick with it; today’s not that day. Extra thanks to Kara for providing concrit as I sketched.
I take suggestions for fic rec fanart in my ask, but make no promises!
Blaine Anderson + football
Wow, you are so adorable it hurts I just started laughing at my screen.