Jun 15, 2020
Day 4
Draw sans with star...
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Day 4
Draw sans with star...
Day 3
Draw sans chibi, love coloring him so much, I learned much coloring him like this. Hope u like it
Day 2
Draw sans with him lineart...
Nah whatever UwU
Promptober day 2: PURGATORY
The hum in my ears was almost pleasant and I could swear the sky was lighter than normal. The clouds seemed to be rolling slower, calmer, with no direction in mind. Not threatening for the first time in a long time.
"Greg?" A friendly face appeared on top of me, shadowed by the day light behind him. "What are you doing?" He asked, I could feel his eyes hovering over my body.
I patted the patch of dry grass beside me, gesturing for him to join me in my silence. There was a small frown on his face for a second before he was out of my sight and laying beside me.
I took a deep breathe and stretched my arm towards the infinity, reaching for something that I couldn't name. A weight settled at the bottom of my stomach and as I retreated my hand I could see Malcolm questioning stare from the corner of my vision.
"Doesn't today look different to you?" Hearing my voice clearly startled him and I felt him fidget beside me.
"Not really." His voice low, as if he wasn't sure what was he dealing with. He turned to look at the grey above too, probably trying to understand what I was seeing.
A small smile played at the corner of my mouth as my suspicions were confirmed.
"Today's the date of my death." I muttered.
Malcolm's head turned fast as I uttered those words. I didn't turn to look at him, couldn't. Death was something unspoken here, even though it hanged over our heads all of the time, it was known, yet frowned upon to speak about. The world was a grey-scale of everything else except that. Except today, today I could see opaque yellow on the leaves beneath my fingers, a faint blue hue reflecting through the clouds. The bruises on my neck felt sore, the tastw of copper in my tongue barely there, almost impercepitble.
"Everything is so vivid." My voice cracked, and I didn't know I was capable of crying, but that was definitely a tear staining my cheek.
A stretch of silence covered us and I felt more tears come down my cheeks. I wasn't sure if I was sobbing, and I felt the necessity to shelter myself, but I didn't.
"Tell me more." Malcolm whispered.
This time the smile took over my feautures.