"Mine."
"It's funny, y'know", she crooned whilst a toying smooth glove tilted the drones head slightly with a forefinger-and-thumb; her gesture trying to gauge what resistance remained with. "I have never realised how much that you are mine." After a brief satisfied exhalation, the loose guidance of the chin turned into a mild passing caress of a cheek as she looked up at the indoctrinates distant stare, closing the gap between them. "Of all of those I've pressed into my service, Lel, you are the only one truly seems to enjoy it. You are my most loyal right hand; my righteous defender, my brave soldier, and the executor of my will. Completely and utterly mine."
Still got the "drone brain rot", and so I finished that sketched up piece! Considering it was 2023 Hypnovember artjam that sort of reaffirmed a want to play around with this concept originally, and now is leading into this story/world I am building, only seems apt to give a piece fitting of it again in November!
On a side note; I really quite like how the lighting came out! :)
We'll see if I can do some more at a point soon. :D
~ hexitart













