#@chastain

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go read new fight club chapter before viewing this pomst! Teehee I'm so hype!

also a joke post below the cut because I found a cool shirt and thought it fit lol

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bored and waiting in line and I should post this doodle I did of chastain this morning because I know I will not complete the character designs for the toreador and [redacted] today

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Bunch of hopefully spoiler-free doobles for the funkiest of fight clubs!

(Second doodle is Diesel on the left and Chastain on the right!)

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For the POV ask -

what about that short scene with Chastain giving Graham his new "wings," but from Chastain's perspective?

(Oh a lovely prompt! I'm on a fight club hype anyways)

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"We'll see if the kid actually likes his new duds."

Chastain stood in the doorway of Ms. Evenleigh's office, holding the leather vest up to the light. The lantern's glow shone through the thin material of the fabric, giving the "feathers" a more radiant look.

Chastain can't tell how Ms. Evens feels about her handiwork - If she's proud or tired or something in-between. She speaks up with a voice drained of any expression, "Let us hope. The materials for the patterning weren't easy to obtain."

And look at that. Some of the strips of fabric were shimmering or glittery - It would look excellent in the arena spotlight. He smirked. A lot of extra work went into making something fit for a king. His smile twitched at his own sour joke. The kid wasn't gonna be much of a ruler of a kingdom anymore.

With what boss has in store? The boy was going to be the ruler of the ring. The fighting ring.

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He called Icarus over, Chastain wanted to show him something. He smirked when he saw the boy come in that dull worn-out mask. They weren't even in the arena, the only time he was obligated to wear the mask. Guess Icarus had to adjust much harsher - or had they just changed up the process since the earlier days?

Chastain balled up the tunic and tossed it over his shoulder. He threw the pants over the opposite one. Simple, lightweight fighting clothes, the same material as Chastain's own garments - however the new clothes were much less worn down and greasy.

Then Chastain remembered the vest. He turned to Icarus. "Boss also wanted to give you this." He held up a cropped leather vest. A light material, breathable and stable yet flowy, perfect for the arena. Perfect for hiding an identity. There wasn't going to be much left of that identity, anyways.

Seeing the new fighter's amazement with the new clothes, Chastain crossed his arms and smirked. "Like your new wings, Icarus?"