“Everything I did, I told myself Satine started it.” She kicked absentmindedly at the dirt beneath her feet, child-like. “The story was clear when I was young. Satine was the traitorous usurper who stole my birthright and destroyed my father’s legacy. But the older I get, the less I seem to know.”
She sighed, unraveling the tight pose she’d curled herself in to lean back on her hands. “Now, I don’t think it started with Satine. I don’t think it even started with my father.”
Tired green eyes turned skyward to look at the transparent domed roof of the greenhouse. “But they’ve all marched on now. None of them got what they wanted. And here I am.”
(Did I make it in time for Valentine’s Day shhh) I know I’ve drawn Codywan in this exact same pose for the nth time but I’ll never be tired of drawing Codywan embracing ;u;
You are brand new to a fandom and have never read for that fandom, you go to ao3 (and potentially filter for the ship you are interested in, let’s be real about what fanfic is about folks) then you:
(Rule: if you do more than one of these which is the most important?)
