OOOHHH ART POST
From my Nanowrimo! Pyran thinks the thing he found clinging to the side of the ship is really cool. Venus, a little nonplussed.
Art trade with thanatos! FFF SHE DID RAZOR FOR ME IT WAS SO RIDUCLOUSLY AWESOME
What is this, I'm falling in love with Jan. :| HE'S THE MOST MINOR CHARACTER IN THE WORLD.
Colored page from Split Poison! I REALLY DID IT FOR NO REASON AT ALL. BUT THE LIGHT WAS FUN.
AND A DRABBLE oh man. how exciting.
"Can you see it?"
Kain leaned closer to examine the face that, despite all efforts, remained mostly smooth and young. With a gesture Damashi directed the man's eyes downward. Kain obliged. He studied the boy's chin patiently. Damashii cocked an expectant eyebrow. Kain cocked an amused one.
"No," he finally said, and leaned back again. Damashii's face fell.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
The young man sighed, appeared the consider the matter, then rubbed his chin. "I had one when I came back from Waldshür," he mumbled. Kain hid his amusement at his young master's expense.
"Hardly, Damashii."
"No, I did! It was very rugged."
Kain couldn't stop the snicker this time, but he was kind enough to hide it under a cough.
"Rugged in the way a poodle gets after a few weeks without a trim, I guess."
"No, rugged in the way of adventuring men!"
"Yeah, alright."
"You don't believe me."
"I saw you when you came back. I don't have to believe you."
Damashii looked distinctly displeased. He rugged his chin one more time, frowned, and dropped his hands into his lap.
"Fine," he admitted. "It will take a little while. I have patience."
Kain only shrugged, smiled, and turned away. Takana Damashii Witzbold was good at a lot of things, but growing facial hair was not one of them.
...yeah okay I didn't have much this time. :( god it's like i was busy writing a novel all month or something.