#arkadis

[be1omi]

missing kat hours. @ibecomedeath , @azgedaspy.

& missing nannie hours. @arkadis

[nyotasaimiri]

10/16: Hand

((A rare Arkadis appears!))

Arkadis is hardly the only member of the Rebellion, or even of his own cell, with an artificial limb. Theirs is such a dangerous life. He crafts replacements often these days, for new losses or damage to old. The others like his work. It's a mark of pride, to have one of their Snow-Shadow's creations. Very few are meant to be permanent like his is. Klavdina in particular favors modular fingers, and keeps a few types in her pockets so she always has the right tool on hand. Arkadis thinks it's funny. And he can hardly argue when he has seen how precise her work is, with her tools as a literal extension of herself.  He's even a little proud. His hands made hers, after all. 

But she still remembers what it was like, when her hands were whole. Arkadis fears - he knows - if he changes his left hand, he might forget again. 

And no one questions it when he sits by the lamp late into the night, etching half-remembered lines into metal fingertips.

[nyotasaimiri]

Cryptid

[nyotasaimiri]

As promised on the eyes ask, here’s my sketch of Arkadis (done in pen on the upper margin of my notebook during class ^.^;; I added shading in pencil when the powerpoint refused to end) This is pretty much actual color for him. Blue eyes are incredibly rare, but his at least still follow the colored-sclera, darker-shade-iris idea.

[hisagony]

      ✧       “ you brought this on yourself. "       —       @arkadis      𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒     /     𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒.          he can still hear the strangled breaths.          he can still see the fear in her orbs as soul began to ebb away into the unknown.          𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚁𝙾𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳.          his fingers are calloused from war ,      his heart is torn open from loss.          WE HAVE NO PROOF      /      YOU NEED TO FIND ME SOME :      it rings in the center of his mind like the acid fog siren.          even as kane's digits are clutching the collar of his skaikru jacket ,      THE EYES OF A TRAITOR BURN WITH FURY.          bellamy shoves the unruly man back ,      optics searching tired features.          ❛❛      did i ?      you know that it's your fault that we lost people in sector four ,      right ?      monroe's death is on your hands.      ❜❜          bellamy presses ,      attempting to get the      former chancellor to admit he's starting a movement to dethrone their leader      in the heat of anger.

guards step forward ,      but bellamy waves them off.          he can handle kane.          ❛❛      YOU KEEP THIS UP AND YOU'RE GOING TO WIND UP BEHIND BARS.          and maybe that's where you belong before you get anymore of      𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑬𝑶𝑷𝑳𝑬      killed.      ❜❜          don't become the enemy.

[hisagony]

logging into nannie/kane spam !! bell and i are very happy !! i love @arkadis