/ in due time i will be involved … most likely sunday 😓 i’m SO sorry for slacking these midterms are kicking my bum… some lighter news however tomorrow is my birthday !!!🎉 here is my compensation ada doodle in honor of that + today’s trailer
i knew you would mean something to me the moment we met. we did not know each other, but i understood that one day losing you would hurt me more than i could bear to suffer. i still introduced myself.
⠀ “the gods grantq pieces of them in vessels that will surely rekindle the faith long lost to fear.”
⠀ head rested ‘pon an elbow hoisting his position upright from where he ’s sat, a blanket now set around @lvngimage ’s shoulders.
⠀ the edges of his robes stained with unknown liquid, darkening the already ink–bluish fabric...⠀ but he holds a small wide-mouthed bottle of granulated dark pigment.⠀ carrying it over
with a paint brush as he turns to @__SWANSONG.
⠀ “the gods grantq pieces of them in vessels that will surely rekindle the faith long lost to fear.”
⠀ head rested ‘pon an elbow hoisting his position upright from where he ’s sat, a blanket now set around @lvngimage ’s shoulders.
⠀ “however, mankind is not akin to godlihood——and we will be profaned for as long as we live.”
⠀ a smile creases the edges of his lips, his wake-up greeting leaves much to be desired...⠀ waving his hand to the other.
⠀ unveiling eli ’s often hidden half, eyes shut closed to ward off light.⠀ his markings seem blended into his skin.
“mr. valden, your hands are precise and gentle, i pray you don ’t mind recollecting my master ’s sentiment?”
⠀ the edges of his robes stained with unknown liquid, darkening the already ink–bluish fabric...⠀ but he holds a small wide-mouthed bottle of granulated dark pigment.⠀ carrying it over
with a paint brush as he turns to @__SWANSONG.
⠀ a smile breaches lips, he ‘d wriggle the brush ’s handle ‘neath his finger——his now freed hand comes to untie the knot behind his head, dragging digits across the fabric as it falls into the centre of his palm.
⠀ he ’d gather his hands together like offering to the leaves, the owl would come to his side looking skyward whilst a smaller finch drops from the bough of a tree.⠀ his open palms rising towards @WINDWALKXR.
⠀ “come, don ‘t hide.“
⠀ he ’d gather his hands together like offering to the leaves, the owl would come to his side looking skyward whilst a smaller finch drops from the bough of a tree.⠀ his open palms rising towards @WINDWALKXR.
⠀ “come, don ‘t hide.“
as we hung in the darkness, i told you, 'don't be afraid'. and you asked me if god would protect us. 'no, but i will'. god doesn't love you, not like i do.