it's that time of the year again!
Garrance week will be taking place on the last week of the year from
December 29th to January 4th
Prompts: Day 1: Reunion | Guilt
Day 2: Past Memories | Future Bonds
Day 3: Scars | Bonds
Day 4: Beach | Late Night Calls
Day 5: Baking | Competition
Day 6: Festive | Day Off
Day 7: Free Day
NSFW is allowed but please tag accordingly 🙏 thank you!
Have fun and remember to tag your works with “#Garrance week” or “#Garrance week 2024″ so it can be shared on this blog!
Why wasn’t Laurance in Love Love Paradise? Why, because he was on an Arctic cruise with his family! Of course, the time zone differences make it hard to schedule FaceTimes.
They are terrible patients for each other, but still leagues better than if anyone else tried. And despite their attitude and tough love approach, they still need each other.
I love the idea of these injuries eventually settling into a sort of mundanity. Especially with Laurance, his first time turning in front of Garroth was so scary and dramatic, but now Garroth treats it like how you would spritz a naughty cat with water.
decided to draw these two lil shits in primary school for day 2 of garrance week - past memories/future plans and u know i had to give them "no hat no play" trauma lmao
day 1 is missing cos i hated how it turned out so im gonna focus on getting everything else done before going back to touch it up lol
Garroth nearly died coming out of the Irene Dimension. He was in a coma for nearly two weeks, and even his first bits of consciousness were barley coherent. Even when he’s more aware, he’s still on a lot of painkillers, and his mind often pulls him away. But even through all that, the crushing guilt still makes its way to the surface.
Garroth’s revenge for last year’s Christmas drawing. Now it’s his turn to make Laurance all flustered.
Small ramble, Laurance actually doesn’t like being suddenly touched or restrained. If Garroth did this wrong he’d probably get punched just on instinct. So he made sure Laurance saw him coming and gave him time to refuse before picking him up, and even then he sets him down after a few seconds.
Sorry if this is hard to follow, I just like the idea that these two really do find each other no matter what and that those lives/alternate timelines all exist in tandem with one another.
"Hey Garroth," Laurance started, his voice quiet and soft. Garroth let out a hum, only able to tear his eyes away from the fire to glance down at his boyfriend's blue eyes. "Do you think we've met before?"
"What?" Garroth replied.
"I mean like, in past lives. Do you think we met before this one?"
"I wasn't aware you believed in such a thing."
"Just something I've been thinking about. So many moments when I'm with you just feel... familiar." Laurance glanced at the fire, and for a moment he could see Garroth come to sit next to him on the floor, red cloak wrapping around him.
"I suppose it's possible," Garroth replied as he allowed Laurance to relax on his lap. Thank Irene Garroth had never listened to Zane. It meant he had Laurance in his life like this, and that was more than he could ever ask for. "I do remember feeling like I'd seen you before when I first saw your face."
"I felt the same way," Laurance admitted. "Perhaps that's why I wanted to see it so badly."
"Well you get to see it now."
"And I'm grateful every day I get to." Laurance looked up at his lover, and when Garroth looked back down at him, he could see the slight changes. A scar etched across Laurance's left eye, and a rather large scar cutting across the right side of Garroth's face.
The fire they were sat in front of was a view of the sea as the sun set over it, making the waves look bright red. Laurance was practically draped across Garroth as the two watched the setting sun. His fiery red hair shone underneath it, and Garroth became infatuated with the emerald green color of his eyes. As if it had been lifetimes since he'd seen them.
"They can't all be perfect, can they?" Laurance questioned.
"No, I suppose they can't," Garroth agreed. "We never were."
"I'd say we're pretty close."
"Yet perfection is not to be sought after." Laurance sighed, pressing a kiss to Garroth's cheek.
"No, it isn't."
The world flashed. Reflective seas of blood became literal. The sky was darkened, and Garroth's expression twisted from love to horror, fear, and heartbreak. Laurance glanced down at his hand that wasn't holding Garroth up, which instead held a sword driven into his chest. A tear slipped down Garroth's face as his hands fell from Laurance's wrist.
Garroth's body dropped. A scream erupted, but it was just as quickly cut out by a deafening drone. And then silence. The voices were gone. The calling was answered. He hadn't killed his lord, but it didn't matter. He'd killed the man he loved most. And damned him to a similar fate. All the time Laurance spent fighting flashed before him.
Garroth's face smiling back at him, his looks of anger, the different helmets he wore through out their time together. Everything they had done meant nothing. Laurance had just repeated the cycle of death Shadow Knights were created for. All his fighting meant nothing.
"Laurance? Are you alright?" Laurance jerked awake at the sound of his friends voice. He looked around the empty college classroom, seeing only Garroth standing in front of where he had apparently fallen asleep during their lecture. "Jeez, thought you were never going to wake up."
"Sorry," Laurance replied, before a yawn forced its way out of his mouth. "I was having this crazy dream."
"Care to tell me over coffee?" Laurance glanced up and in that moment that he placed his hand in Garroth's, it felt like muscle memory. Like he'd done it a thousand times and would gladly do it another thousand. Even as appearances, settings, even expressions changed. The one truth was that he was in love with this man nearly every time he found him.
Laurance did as he'd done so many times before and took his lovers hand, and the two walked side by side into an uncertain but beautiful future.
