jimmymcgools:She looks to him again. “You can feel it, too, right?”Around him the prairi

jimmymcgools:

She looks to him again. “You can feel it, too, right?”

Around him the prairie seethes, like the world breathing. The shadows of the clouds race by, surging and flowing with the ribbons of sheet-iron. He nods. He can feel it. The rush of the land.

“It wasn’t him or her, you know,” she says, so soft. “It was me. I was the angry one. It was me.”

thank you so much to the amazingly lovely @transatlanticalienart​ for this beautiful commission from chapter sixteen of my fic Slip and Fall Season you are the best and we are so lucky to have you making art for us all

(i’ve also added the ink version at the end of the chapter!!)