I think their relationship would be very one-sided. Toki has too much love to go around and gets extremely attached and clingy, where skwisgaar is more reserved and doesnât really care much for any sort of relationship, platonic or otherwise. Toki sees this from Skwisgaar but canât seem to unstick himself from him. He looks up to him too much, as someone he wants to be like. Even though he known Skwisgaar doesnât feel as deeply as he does, he stays loyal like a neglected dog
Skwisgaar cares for Toki, sure, but he just doesnât have any deep feelings for Toki. They donât really go past surface level, no matter how hard he tries
another day, another projection onto unsuspecting charactersâŚ
long post because Iâm attaching writing with art to get a clear idea of what is goings onâ- I made the art on my phone so bear with me please? I also donât know how tumblr works and am not sure if this is even how I post here. I will get the hang of it eventually I promise
For context;
This is an ongoing novel length story but I only have about 30 pages done and almost two years of working out the plot. I wrote out the ending today to give myself a clear grasp on where Iâm going with the story.
Clem is saying farewell to this god who took a lot from him, including his lover- he has broken free from the brainwashing of this being and has decided to move on with his life.
He discovered this godâ Okyanusâ in this cave, and it is where the heart of this being resides, in the little blue pool inside of this small cave in the woods. Itâs the spot where he communicates with it
Context overâ read the ending here if you want to know what is happening in the art đ
(itâs a rough draft and a wip- not looking for feedback or criticism just yet.)
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The frosted air of winter nipped at Clemâs nose as snow crunched beneath his heavy feet, the boots he was wearing only amplifying the noise. He was slightly underdressed, garnering only a sweater and thick cargo pants tucked into his boots, and the gloves he wore were fingerless, welcoming in the sharp cold of winter to nip at his fingertips. He would have cared more if his mind wasnât focused on the nausea that chewed at his throat and stomach.
Clem knew what he had come here to do. Once and for all, it was time to depart from this life of loss and torment. This life of isolation.
As Clem neared the caveâs entrance, now open and inviting, he longed for the warmth of home, if he could still call it that after this final visit.
It would be empty, the glasses of feigned freedom finally lifted from his headâ it would no longer be home. The detachment of all things that had gone down there would provide for a desire to leave and go back to his former life, one where he would live normally and finish his degree, finding a monotonous job in journalism or something of the sort.
Oh, how it hurt; as Clem entered the caveâs entrance, a sharp pang of guilt struck him, overwhelming him with the vivid images of Asherâs violent demise. The violent demise that was his causing. The one that took Clemâs faith with it slowly.
It had been months, but it still hurt every time he entered the blue-glowing room, his footsteps ringing out. He shook off his boots, shivering when his bare feet touched the cold stone beneath him.
The tall male turned to the water that stood so elegantly in the middle of this natural cathedral, casting its shine on everything it touched, and exhaled shakily.
With his fists at his side, Clem almost regretted in the moment coming to say goodbyeâ maybe he should have never come back. Maybe he should have stayed home with his shadows, or, his friends, and sworn to never offer words of peace. They would understand; they would have to understand, as he was their leader, or, rather, he had been.
However, coming back felt right. Saying goodbye to the place where he gained so much power and lost so much love felt like a need. So bittersweet, it was, to bid farewell to the Gods who shifted his life entirely from its original point.
Though, it was a wonder how Okyanus itself would take this. A cult leadership cut short, with little to no expansion across land like former leaders, was almost insulting to a god like that, no?
Clem swiped a strand of dark hair from his face, fingers brushing against his olive skin, and bent down. He swallowed hard as he kneeled at the water, or what was essentially the blue blood of all who had lost their lives.
âI am sorry,â Clem muttered. âI hope you can forgive me with what little sympathy you have.â He shivered, fingers moving to brush the water and stopping right before they could breach the surface.
The tall male, his dark eyes fluttering shut, began to weep, withdrawing his fingers and clutching his hands at his chest.
âIâm sorry,â the boy said louder. âThat I couldnât fulfill my duty.â My love is thicker than my desire for leadership, and Iâve lost too much of my heart to this, he added inside of his head.
Clem stood abruptly, the air becoming thick, tense. It was too much to bear. Despite the impossibly chilled winter air, it somehow got colder.
âGoodbye, Okyanus Peminum Darah.â Clemâs voice was stern, commanding. âI hope you will be gentle with me in my next life.â
Clem turned away, ignoring the tugging that beckoned him to touch the water, something that his former god had used to manipulate his mind and thoughts. He wouldnât get that satisfaction today. His nausea grew.
When Clem began to walk away, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, like he had shaken off a persistent itch. He took a few solid steps toward his boots, welcoming the bittersweet feeling of saying goodbye to this place he called a haven for so long. It was finally overâ the loss. He would go home, talk to everyone, and it would all be okay. His gaze struggled to settle after a few more steps.
His vision blurred and dizziness overcrowded his head, and, knowing how physical feelings could be manipulated by Okyanus, he persisted forward.
Stumbling, a growing bodily discomfort tugged at his torso, and he managed to make it to one of the stone walls, holding himself up with one arm as he clutched his chest with the other. Tears stung the boyâs eyes.
The cold air chewed through Clemâs body, and he struggled to make it to his boots, which he stepped into with effort, forcing one foot in before doing the second, nearly toppling over.
Gasping for breath, the man barely made it to the step upward into the first chamber that led into this cave before he tripped over his own feet, stumbling backward and landing on the hard stone with a nauseating thud. He shifted to his side, then to his belly, attempting to push himself up with what little strength he had.
âyouâ stop,â Clem mumbled in a haze to an unseen entity through gritted teeth, vision creeping away, body shaking violently. Before he could speak again, he choked and sputtered, vomiting on the cold ground before him.
Just before losing consciousness, Clem recognized a familiar dark figure, no longer jaded with glory, its body and face crystal clear despite his quickly-fleeting and blurred sight.
âDonât touch me,â Clem gasped through tears. âYou canât.â
Stepping forward, the dark figure reached out an impossibly long hand, its piercing eyes cutting through Clem like blades. It delivered a final, cold touch.
Clem had no strength to flinch away, let alone flinch, and choked out a sob before falling into dark, cold hands of nonexistence.
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âHeart attack,â Ace mumbled, vision impossibly empty, his golden-brown hair falling over his pale face as he stood at the end of the tableâ the spot where Clem often planted himself before this tragedy. âThey said it was a heart attack.â
Through choked sobs, Dove got out a single âno,â before placing her face in her hands.
Mawar hadnât been seen since Clem went missing, locked up in one of the rooms upstairs for days while they searched. He knew it was over before the fifth hour of his absence had come. He was taking it the worst, having known Clem since the early years of their childhood.
Grace stared ahead at Ace, who locked eyes with her. The two held that contact for several seconds before Ace spoke, no attempt to comfort the crying Dove, whose long hair sprawled out around her as she wept, face in arms, at the table.
âHe would want us,â Ace began, voice trembling. âTo continue on this path of faith and loyalty to Him.â
Grace stared blankly, her face terribly pale and dull despite her usual comforting demeanor. âWe need to tell the others before they find out on their own,â she mumbled. âOur leader is gone.â
Despite the awful cries still streaming from Dove, Ace nodded slowly, staring forward, through the single window at the opposite end of the rectangular, clothed table. For a moment, he swore he could see a tall, dark figure standing amidst the trees at the edge of the clearing outside, its impossibly long arm lifted as if reaching for him. Blinking, it was gone.
âWe will carry on this honor,â Ace said slowly. âFor Clem.â
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