obligatory store link ✨ in addition to a few xiv NPC charms, i also have enamel pins available for final fantasy (I, VI - XV), kingdom hearts, comics & zodiac constellations (♌♍♎) ~!
the brush that I always use everywhere for inking is this clip studio brush named Mameo Pen. I really like the texture and how it responds to pressure and I always recommend it to everyone lol. Altho I did adjust my pen tablet's pressure sensitivity to make it comfy
Endwalker ending spoilers!
About the aftermath of Ultima Thule. If you've been following my tweets this might be easier to understand...
Zenos lies overlapping the horizon. The light grazed the roots of his hair that were still golden. The alien yet earthly warm light. In this vast space where there is nothing else but them, despite himself, Saga stretches out a hand towards him. Zenos is merely a few ilms away. If Saga moved about his torso, maybe he could nudge himself far enough to touch him. But it seems like he had lost all the muscle for it.
He still sees and hears, but he's fighting a very heavy sleep.
... a gift, or a burden?
For a moment, in this warmth, Saga remembers laying on the floor of his childhood bedroom, letting the window open and the sun in.
"Don't you dare.... Bastard."
He grimaces in tears. Pain slowly setting in the longer that he's awake, along with an incredible sadness. He never came back home.
"Don't you... dare die before me." His fingers curl into his palm, but too weak to push his own nails in. Zenos no longer speaks to him. Hell would've frozen over. "I thought you wanted to fight. I thought you'd live for it forever." Saga is not too sure if he's still speaking himself....
He let go of his fight to breathe. So this was all his life was going to be. In the end, there is no end to it after all. Only one step after the other, every moment of every second, until he can't do another. And all these people he's leaving behind, his greatest nightmare still manages to come true.
...I don't want to die alone.
.
.
.
The more he slips into unconsciousness, the more he is calm. At least, his soul feels happy. Had he done a good job then? He is wrapped in an old, familiar embrace. Alike, but not of his brother or even his mom. Not even from his earliest childhood memory. He slips deeper and deeper into it, it’s like a cold blanket. He reckoned... his soul must've been very old.
Is that really enough?
I understand what we must do, but I don't know what to do anyway...
I'm scared to be alone, I'll be honest.
What if I forget everything? What if we all do?
Do I just keep on going?
A faint echo. Trickling water. Smell of wet soil. The sun hitting his scalp and rocks beneath his feet. There were distant footsteps somewhere echoing around him. Saga doesn't think he is anywhere new. He's been here this whole time.
Then I will, no matter what. Even if I lose the purpose.
If that's all you ask, then it seems easy enough.
I'll keep going for the sake of it. I will trust you.
And I'll see you again.
That was as vivid as it comes, then the dream fades away again, as if he is slowly waking up. But there's nothing on the other side of his closed eyes. There's only that distant, echoing footsteps. Not even getting louder or fainter, only at a consistent pace. As if they're walking with him. He only stays in one place, though. He's not going anywhere. So he doesn't know where they're going.
Here, he is not alone. He's never been alone. He's been here this whole time.
Saga's eyes are flooded with light and he gasps for air.
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