paperlegends Art
Title: Art for No Fear of Drowning
Artist: theholysea
Pairings/characters: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen
Rating: G
Warnings: Some story text behind the cut.
Summary: 2 pieces of art for the fantastic i_claudia.
Artist's notes: I was really drawn to the cute, quiet, comfortable scenes in this fic. Not the most action-packed illustrations, but there you have it! i_claudia’s fic has a fun, gorgeous, affecting storyline; I don’t think you need me to tell you to get over there ASAP, but I will. GO. GO NOW.
Story link: No Fear of Drowning
Disclaimer: Merlin does not belong to me and I make no profit from these works.
They head back to their own flat after a few quiet days, and it surprises Arthur how much more like home it feels than the house he grew up in. Merlin takes over the armchair almost immediately, sighing contentedly, and Arthur gives him only a half-hearted flick on the head before dragging over the blanket in one corner of the room and arranging himself propped up against Merlin’s legs.
“We should really get a sofa,” Merlin says, turning on the telly and flipping through the channels. There’s nothing on except repeats.
“Mmm,” Arthur says noncommittally, leaning his head back. “Wouldn’t fit up the stairs.”
“Another chair then, maybe.”
Arthur shrugs. “Sure. Comfy enough like this, though.”
“You’re so weird,” Merlin tells him, and proceeds to prove Arthur’s point completely correct when he starts running his fingers absently through Arthur’s hair.
He doesn’t go home again, and tries hard not to say anything to Gwen at their lunch that afternoon, but she figures him out anyway.
[...]
She pats his hand. “How long have you known this boy, then?”
“Long enough.” He has no intention whatsoever of actually telling her who it is; life is complicated enough.
“Is he single?”
“No.” He can’t help the sour note that creeps into his voice, and she makes an understanding noise, a kind of sympathetic cluck. “His boyfriend’s a real piece of work, too.”
She slides half her fruit tart onto his plate. “Here,” she says. “Sugar: the tried and true method for treating thwarted love. At least it’s not a girlfriend, right? There’s hope for you yet.”
I sort of used these two pieces as a practicing ground for perspective construction, which I've been trying to pick up. I ended up cropping a lot of background out in each of them, but for anyone who is interested, full versions of each piece can be found here and here.
I cannot thank the fabulous i_claudia enough for allowing me to make an interpretation of her wonderful work, and I am terribly grateful to the organizers of paperlegends for creating such a fantastic space for us all to play in. As for all the participants, artists and writers alike, I cannot wait to absolutely devour your work. ♥ Thank you all so much.
Artist: theholysea
Pairings/characters: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen
Rating: G
Warnings: Some story text behind the cut.
Summary: 2 pieces of art for the fantastic i_claudia.
Artist's notes: I was really drawn to the cute, quiet, comfortable scenes in this fic. Not the most action-packed illustrations, but there you have it! i_claudia’s fic has a fun, gorgeous, affecting storyline; I don’t think you need me to tell you to get over there ASAP, but I will. GO. GO NOW.
Story link: No Fear of Drowning
Disclaimer: Merlin does not belong to me and I make no profit from these works.
They head back to their own flat after a few quiet days, and it surprises Arthur how much more like home it feels than the house he grew up in. Merlin takes over the armchair almost immediately, sighing contentedly, and Arthur gives him only a half-hearted flick on the head before dragging over the blanket in one corner of the room and arranging himself propped up against Merlin’s legs.
“We should really get a sofa,” Merlin says, turning on the telly and flipping through the channels. There’s nothing on except repeats.
“Mmm,” Arthur says noncommittally, leaning his head back. “Wouldn’t fit up the stairs.”
“Another chair then, maybe.”
Arthur shrugs. “Sure. Comfy enough like this, though.”
“You’re so weird,” Merlin tells him, and proceeds to prove Arthur’s point completely correct when he starts running his fingers absently through Arthur’s hair.
He doesn’t go home again, and tries hard not to say anything to Gwen at their lunch that afternoon, but she figures him out anyway.
[...]
She pats his hand. “How long have you known this boy, then?”
“Long enough.” He has no intention whatsoever of actually telling her who it is; life is complicated enough.
“Is he single?”
“No.” He can’t help the sour note that creeps into his voice, and she makes an understanding noise, a kind of sympathetic cluck. “His boyfriend’s a real piece of work, too.”
She slides half her fruit tart onto his plate. “Here,” she says. “Sugar: the tried and true method for treating thwarted love. At least it’s not a girlfriend, right? There’s hope for you yet.”
I sort of used these two pieces as a practicing ground for perspective construction, which I've been trying to pick up. I ended up cropping a lot of background out in each of them, but for anyone who is interested, full versions of each piece can be found here and here.
I cannot thank the fabulous i_claudia enough for allowing me to make an interpretation of her wonderful work, and I am terribly grateful to the organizers of paperlegends for creating such a fantastic space for us all to play in. As for all the participants, artists and writers alike, I cannot wait to absolutely devour your work. ♥ Thank you all so much.