Face your daylight horrors!

a1879:

A younger Karl that combination-nc had asked me to draw a while back. I was not really happy with it because it didn’t look like him and I couldn’t figure out why (using no ref was maybe a bad idea to begin with lol)

but she liked it anyways, so here!

Anders had watched Karl’s beard take form over the course of several weeks. He had tried many different styles and lengths, carefully trimming it in front of a small mirror. It was a mark of adulthood, he had explained, one that had nothing to do with Circles or Harrowings, and something they could not take from him. Anders liked the sound of that; a subtle rebellion, and something that was his own. His own attempts had not been very impressive thus far, but Karl’s was. Oh, Karl’s was.

He buried his fingers in it, pressing kisses on the hair covered upper lip, using sloppy kisses as an excuse to let his tongue brush against more of it, eventually daring to part the hairs with the tip of his tongue, tasting the skin underneath. He could feel Karl smile.

“What does it taste like?” The smile could be heard in his voice, as well.

Anders pressed a kiss against his bearded chin. “Rebellion.”