This was an illustration to accompany a fic I wrote for my XMFC Airmail recipient. The premise was very simple: on a cold day in the winter that follows Cuba, Charles bumps into Alex at Darwin’s makeshift grave in the Xavier garden. They have a good conversation where Alex insinuates that he had (perhaps one-sided) feelings for his lost friend, and suggests that Charles can understand that “more than anyone”. Charles reminisces about his time with Erik (where nothing did happen between them after all) and Alex begins the very long road of making peace with Darwin’s death.
It was horribly, horribly written which is why I’m giving you the summary instead of the actual fic, but I did like how this turned out. Paint Tool Sai.