Bam's Love beamđź’—đź’—đź’—
Redrew one of my old Khun drawings, but now he moves!
Heya @salsa-ishida, I’m your secret santa for @tog-secret-santa ;3
Hope I got all of your three wishes here - KhunBam - Art that deals with Khun as a character (here I interpreted him as Viole’s biggest support) - Viole; about all those years of sadness, hope and longing
Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.
Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.
He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.
When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -
"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."
Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –
"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."
"Are you well?"
Bam looked at him. Was he well?
Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–
"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.
Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.
The supporting characters/antagonists edition will be coming out tonight.
Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jun 16, 2023.
Recipient: @Lifeisasoupand2 (Prompt)
Summary: Urek tries to give Bam a heartfelt speech
The Wolhaiksong base was busy as they prepared for their next move.
Urek took a sip of his soda and looked away from the bustling group of people to the small boy across him. Well, he wasn’t so small anymore, definitely a man now, but he was still… tiny.
“Bam, baby,” he called and Bam turned to him, a can of milk tea still against his lips.
“With great power comes great responsibility, you know. Don’t forget what your goals are, but don’t let them blind you.”
Bam blinked and nodded as he gulped. Urek sighed. He wasn’t getting his point across, was he?
“What I mean is, the Family Heads took their strengths to an extreme because they felt like they needed to. I’m saying you don’t need to. You don’t see me flaunting my strength around, do you? I’m—Hey!”
Bam’s eyes had gone wide, pupils dilating like a cat’s, and he took off past Urek in the middle of his important speech. He turned around to see what would be more captivating than him and he found the boy running into the arms of his Lightbearer. A fierce hug later, they were standing close, grinning and talking, the rest of their surroundings forgotten.
Urek, forgotten.
He pouted, but then reconsidered. The boy had something the family heads didn’t. Loyalty. Purpose. Love. As long as Bam didn’t forget those things, he wouldn’t become a heartless monster like the Family Heads.
Urek knocked back his soda and slammed the can against his forehead, crushing it before tossing it in the recycle bin.
He decided to go find someone else to bother and leave the two boys to themselves.
wish upon a star đźŚ