Too gay to handle
“You’re okay,” Clarke whispers, kissing the spot where her words touch Lexa’s skin. “You’re okay. You’re okay.“ She repeats it again and again like a quiet refrain.
I can’t express with words how much I love this fic ‘When my heart is at war’ by @mopeytropey so I tried with my pencils. I hope it’s okay.
Also, I was happy to notice that my older drawing of clexa sort of fits a scene in this story.
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