Like, I’m gonna ramble here, THEY ARE THE BEST!! Kem (eldanseeker) was the first person I rp’d with in Wildstar, having to deal with my shyness and inexperience - I had so much fun! They also introduced me to their guild, which I’m now happy to be apart of! (I love you guys~) Kem really made my Wildstar experience, even within its last year. I love talking to them and scheming with our characters, lots of ideas and angst~ Wish you a Happy Holidays, Kem!!
These are our boys Seeker (@eldanseeker) and Braiden, having some peace to themselves.
They all stumble back from the door as it swirls shut again. Even dazed as he is, Seeker has the sense to press his hand to the control panel. It flares red under his touch, sealing the door behind him, dampening the shouts and sounds of battle that shake the next chamber. He stares blankly at the fused metal segments, knowing that their illusion of respite is a delaying action at best.
A few feet away, Verantis collapses wearily to the hard floor, huffing words that Seeker can’t make out. His ears are ringing and his head pounds with an unnatural pulse beneath the narrow band of metal still clamped, leech-like, to his scalp. He wants to tear the fucking thing off, but that requires claws and his hands are shaking too much to become them.
He listens as his own shallow breaths wheeze out into the cold, stale air. His lungs are working so hard to make such a thin sound. It’s a moment before he notices it’s not just him. Close by, Braiden is bent forward a little, fighting to even out his own breathing. As Seeker watches, Braiden looks up. The other man’s eyes have been dulled to bronze in the dim light, and they writhe with a host of emotions which Seeker, in his current state, cannot pick apart to identify.
He is entirely taken aback, then, when Braiden virtually lunges at him. Seeker’s limbs are still numb from the arcs of electricity that had ensnared him before - was it minutes ago, or hours? - but he feels the pressure of Braiden’s arms as they wrap around him, drawing him in, bearing down with the crushing weight of regret.
“I never wanted this to happen. Never! Never… Look what she’s done to you… I’m so sorry…”
Seeker only stands there as Braiden rambles on, unsure how to react and uncertain if he can. Exhaustion drags like chains at his half-frozen body, and his face aches with the consequences of his earlier defiance. But eventually, the whimpers of Braiden’s apologies seep into his battered brain.
Mechanically, he draws himself from Braiden’s embrace, and stares dully down at him. They both bear the marks of Khydra’s displeasure; the echoes of her talons are dark blossoms on Braiden’s pale throat. The sight of it stirs something within Seeker, something angry and primal and desperate.
Braiden is still apologising, the words growing more hoarse and frantic the longer Seeker remains silent. Seeker gives the barest tilt of his head. Almost expressionless, he reaches up and lays his thumb over Braiden’s lips, stilling them.
The other’s tawny eyes widen. Seeker watches with a sort of detached interest as a rush of heat blooms clearly over Braiden’s cheeks beneath his cupped hand. With an odd jolt, he realises suddenly that his other hand has lifted as well, pushing back along Braiden’s jaw to thread into his hair where it’s come undone. His breathing has accelerated again, but it seems to be tangled somewhere in his chest. He feels as though he’s on auto-pilot, moving on instinct, and he feels too as though that should frighten him. But it doesn’t.
Seeker brings his focus back to the man’s face. Braiden’s eyes are flicking rapidly over his own features - questioning, confused - yet he seems pinned by Seeker’s half-lidded gaze.
Seeker stares at him for a heartbeat longer, paralysed by bewildered gold. The question of ‘What the hell am I doing?” drifts suggestively across his aching mind. Then he leans in deliberately and presses his cold, cracked lips to Braiden’s uncertain ones.
He feels Braiden freeze, and for one gut-wrenching moment he thinks the other man will pull away; but he doesn’t, and Seeker’s shoulders slump in relief. Braiden lets out a long sigh through his nose, and his hands drift downward to settle on Seeker’s waist as his eyes finally flutter closed.
Encouraged, Seeker deepens their kiss. His brow is furrowed with concentration, and he wills this moment to block out everything else, because there is a hell of a lot to block out. The intensity of his movements forces Braiden’s head back for just a moment as his fingers twist more tightly into the other’s hair. He can taste the crust of dried blood on his own lips as it mingles in their kiss. Then abruptly, he pulls back. His teeth drag lightly across Braiden’s lip as he withdraws, and it almost seems as though Braiden’s mouth trails yearningly after his own as they break away.
Seeker eases his hands down. His breathing is uneven as he stares at Braiden. He’s startled by his own boldness; part of him can’t process that he actually just did that, and clearly Braiden is having difficulties with it as well. His hands are still tight around Seeker’s waist, and it’s only belatedly that he lets go.
“I...” Braiden stutters quietly. He’s dropped his head, but it’s not enough to hide the blush still burning across his face. “Seeker -”
“Well then!”
The moment is broken by Verantis. Both men turn abruptly to see her lounging on her side, head in her hand and her leg crossed over the other, a smirk on her scaled face.
“How long have you two been waiting for that to happen, hmm?”
Braiden edges away from Seeker, his arms folded self-consciously around himself as he emits a weak little laugh. For his part, Seeker has felt quite unembarrassed, and it’s only the Draken’s smug, gouging words that force a dark flush to his own cheeks. He scowls at her, unappreciative of her knowing smirk. His eyes narrow.
“Fuck off,” he tells her.
***
The spartan ship is on auto-pilot as it bears them away from the frozen wastes of Arcterra. Seeker is on the floor, half slumped against the base of a low bench set into the wall. He breathes shallowly, his eyes fluttering with pain as they skim over the coppery bloodstains on the metal floor panels.
He feels sudden pressure on his chest and waist, and drags his eyes upward. Braiden is leaning over him, his strong arms holding him down with a resolve that doesn’t quite make it up to the wavering smile on his face.
“This seems familiar.” Braiden forces the joke out lightly.
Seeker lays his head back. “Just a bit,” he agrees, his own voice faint. He stares dizzily up at Braiden, and that’s when he realises how muddled his mind has become, how much his control has slipped, because his lips twitch with a skewed smirk as he rasps, “You know, I’m usually the top....”
Embarrassment dashes another flush of pink across Braiden’s face, but Seeker has no chance to enjoy it. Verantis sinks her own piece of metal into his side to try and find the one that Retus put there with her gun. Seeker stiffens as she probes the wound. He screws his eyes shut, and after a moment he clumsily clamps a hand around Braiden’s wrist, his fingers digging uselessly at the metal cuff there.
The bullet is quickly extracted, but the treatment is worse, as Verantis begins taping over the wound with nanite-infused bandages that will heal it well but too quickly. A guttural moan leaves his bloodied lips as the nanites burn into him, and he arches involuntarily off the floor. He’s trying to stay still, he’s trying, but his exhausted body has other ideas. He feels Braiden bend lower over him until their foreheads are touching, holding him like a vise as he convulses. The man’s bangs whisper across his taut skin and his low gasps of “I’ve got, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” are almost enough to drown Seeker’s choked sob of pain.
Then Verantis has pulled away, Braiden has eased his hold, and Seeker slumps back again, shuddering. Braiden sits beside him, gently hoisting him up a little until Seeker is lolling against his chest. He’s still grasping Seeker’s hand, and he gives it a light squeeze now before bowing his head. At the edge of their vision, Verantis makes a tactical retreat to the cockpit.
“I knew we were putting ourselves in danger with this mission….” Braiden whimpers lowly. “I just… didn’t think we’d end up like this….”
Seeker's answering croak sounds almost like a laugh. "What, alive, you mean? I'm touched by the faith you had in all of us getting through with our skins."
Setting his jaw, he drags himself into more of a sitting position, and cranes his head around to look at Braiden again. "We did... what we came here to do. And we made it out. And in light of... recent events, I can't really complain about my current lot." He offers another skewed little smile, and it’s entirely sincere in spite of everything.
Braiden sighs through his nose and brings Seeker’s knuckles to his lips. “Except for nearly getting yourself mauled by Khydra. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have stood her up, but I wouldn’t know what to do if she ended up…”
Seeker feels the other man’s breathing hitch against his back, his grip growing tighter on Seeker’s hand before slackening. “Actually, I do know what I would’ve done…” Braiden glances down at him again, his brows low in agitation. “Do you like giving people heart attacks?”
Seeker exhales slowly. "Not on a regular basis," he admits, and then grimaces. "You'd think I might have learned, after getting my fingers broken in a similar situation, but...."
He bites his lip, lifting his eyes again. "Are you all right?" he asks, very softly. He skims the other man’s face, searching for something, but Braiden is avoiding his gaze now, looking down at his hands, across the floor - anywhere but at him. Seeker swallows, suddenly recognising how important the answer may be.
Braiden’s lips form a light pout - Seeker can’t help but think how endearing the expression would be under better circumstances - and he grumbles without words, eventually lowering Seeker’s hand. His expression softens hesitantly as he leans down. Taking a hold of Seeker’s cheek, he closes the distance between the two and gives the man chaste kiss before drawing back again. A small smile twitches on his face as he stares down at him.
“Better than ever.”
((A super fun RP with Jazz makin’ friends with an ex-dominion dude called Braiden! :D It was super fun and @datela-vodenit is a super chill person so I highly recommend checking out their blog and art! Hope you have fun reading this as much as I did RPing it!))
Braiden Sabius sat down at the bar, tired from a long day of traveling, waving to the bartender, “A strong one for me.”
He only had a moment to enjoy the silence before a small woman with big hair kicked open the doors with a loud yell “Oi Barkeep,” she marched up to the bar carrying a big bag full of goods and with a wide smile ordered, “Biggest meatiest meal ya got on the menu for me, t’anks!”
She sat down with her feet kicking happily in the air, not really taking notice of the man beside her and simply looked around absorbing her environment. Braiden flinched for a moment, shifting his seat aways from her, waiting for his drink. Unfortunately for him Jazz noticed his movement from the corner of her eye and snuck a peek at him before she asked with a grin, “Hey, ya gonna eat dat?”
Braiden looked at the plate of cheese the woman was pointing to; it looked like it had been sitting out for a while. He shook his head, “Uh, I wouldn’t even touch that. That’s got ‘you’re going to have a terrible night’ written all over it.”
The barkeep finally slid him his drink and Braiden quickly took a sip - avoiding eye contact. Jazz’s eyes widened worriedly. She shuffled away from the plate and closer to Braiden with a cringe, “Oh nono, I don’ want dat kinda night, I wanna celebrate tonight!”
She patted him on the shoulder roughly with a grateful dimpled smile, “T’anks fo’ da heads up! Ya gots a name fella?”
The weary traveler’s eyes widened as he flinched from the sudden contact. He shifted on the barstool in worry, “I-It’s um...Callen...The name’s Callen.”
Jazz’s smile, somehow, gre even wider as she repeated, “Callen...d’az a nice name!” She jutted out a hand, “Da name’s Jazz! Friends call me Jazzy or Shorty, enemies call me little shit, but ya can take ya pick, I don’ mind!”
The stranger looked at the hand for a moment then her face before he gave her a nervous smile and hesitantly shook it. “It’s nice to meet you Jazz.” He eyed the baggage she carried for a moment, “You seem to be on quite a journey. Is that all yours?”
Jazz hauled up her bag and patted it proudly, puffing her chest as she bragged, “Jus’ some stabbies and punchers I made meself. YA WANNA SEE?!” She asked and leaned in eagerly towards ‘Callen’.
He squinted in confusion. “Stabbies and punchers?” He mouthed to himself.
“Yeah! Stabbies -” The big haired woman reached into her bag and pulled out a long, silver dagger with a bronze handle that still looked unfinished, but very much sharp, “-And punchers!” She then reached in and pulled out a set of knuckle brasses of very discerning designs, one of them encased in very sharp spikes. Braiden looked on in shock at the sight. He carefully took the dagger from her and studied it.
“Not bad,” He grinned, tossing it around in his hand. “While I wouldn’t call them...ah, stabbies, it feels fairly comfortable. Still needs some work, the handle feels too light for its size.” He handed it back to her.
Jazz groaned exaggeratedly, “Ugh I knoow, Olka tells me I still needs ta work on the kinda metals I use, but I’m still pretty new to dis metal-workin’ shit. But!” She jutted a thumb behind her with an acomplished smirk “I gonna meet up wid some customers ‘round here who asked for my stabbies, an’ now Jazz gonna ‘treat mah self’~” She chirped the last phrase with a sing-song voice and gasped with glee when her plate finally arrived.
Braiden couldn’t help but snicker at her enthusiasm. “I’m sure whomever they are, they’ll be happy with their ‘stabbies and punchies’.” He eyed the food as well, but tried to resist stealing from her plate and took another sip of his drink to distract himself.
“Aw man, I sure hope so, but either way, Jazz gonna eat!” She rolled up her sleaves before grabbing a leg and took a bit bite. It became obvious very quickly this woman was not one to eat daintily in public as she ripped a large chunk of meat and skin aggressively off the bone before swallowing whole. “Whasha doin’ roundeez pars’ frien’?” She asked ‘Callen’ around a mouthful of food.
He wiped away a stray crumb off his face from Jazz’s talking and answered “Just stopping by for a treat. I’ll be out of here as soon as I finish this.” He took another sip of the drink and looked down at the table, tapping at it anxiously.
Jazz blinked owlishly at the tiny cup in his hand and swallowed around her large bite. “But. Ain’cha gonna get somethin’ else? How ya jus’ gonna have a tenny drink when it be feast time?!” She asked ignorantly with an incredulous wave of her hand.
Braiden raised a brow at her for a second. He reached into his pocket and slammed a few copper pieces on the table. “Unless there’s a menu item I’m not seeing that costs two pieces, the drink is the only thing I can get.”
The feasting lady froze as she finally connected the dots. “Ooooooh I’m a dick.” Jazz smacked herself on the forehead with a groan, muttering to herself “Stupid stupid stupid, gotta pay attention to dis shit!” Feeling bad that she had been eating so loudly next to him too, she sheepishly glanced at her companion. It wasn’t really in Jazz’s nature to ever share any of her food, but due to her own faults, she told herself to ‘suck it up’ and grabbed a napkin before shoving the smallest piece off of her plate to him.
Braiden eyed the leg, looking between her and the piece of food. He thought it would have been more polite to refuse the gesture, but at the sound of his growling stomach, he sighed and hastily took it; eating it as messily as Jazz did.
“...Damn, ya really was hungry!” She couldn’t help but laugh before getting back to her own plate and chirping “Ya welcome!”
The hungry traveler swallowed the rest of his food and wiped his mouth, a little embarrassed he had acted so barbarically. “Ahem, yes, thank you. I should’ve said that before.” Braiden looked around the bar once more, fidgeting with his drink glass. “I should probably get going now.”
Jazz didn’t notice his nervous demeanor and simply guffawed, “Whaa-? Da night’s still young dude, jus’ stay an’ chill a while! We’ll even have a treat day together, how about it!” She grinned excitedly and grabbed his shoulder “Jazz got da monies now, so I’ll jus getcha somethin’ too, tonight we’ll feast like food bros!” She didn’t wait to hear what he had to say before calling the Ekose for another plate.
Braiden was reduced to a stuttering mess at her sudden generosity, he tried to refuse her, “I-I can’t stay! I really have to go! There’s uhm p-places, yes places for me to-” Before he could get out another word, another plate of food was set down on the table. “To… To… ah…” He looked at the door then to the food. He mulled it over in his head and sat back down slowly, “Just one more round.”
His new ‘food bro’ snickered “Atta boy!” Jazz got another devious idea and smiled mischievously at Braiden. “Betcha I can finish deez faster than you!” She challenged and in her excitement slammed both her fists onto the counter at the ready.
Braiden eagerly smiled and matched her excitement, “You’re on!” He reached for the first piece when the doors to the bar swung open. He turned to glance at the newcomers and immediately turned away. “Shit…” He cursed.
Three men entered the bar, one short, one tall and the other average. They scoped the bar until their eyes landed on Jazz. The three of them slowly approached her and the average sized man greeted her, “Ah, are you our contact for tonight?”
Jazz quickly shoved a rib into her mouth and was about to gorge onto their feasts like there was no tomorrow until she whirled around and blinked at the man with a confused hum. An espernetic light bulb went off above her head however as she realized who these men were. She cheered a garble of words around her food with both fists raised into the air.
She quickly swallowed her food before waving her arm at the gents, grinning at her companion “Yo dude, it’s mah customers I was tellin’ ya ‘bout!”
Braiden continued to hide his face from this familiar group of men. He stood swiftly and turned in the direction of the bathroom, “Excuse me.” The hand of the leader caught his arm, “Hold on a second there, cowboy.”
“Why don’t you stick around,” The man said. “You might be of use to us.” He leaned in close to Braiden’s ear and whispered “Traitor.”
Jazz glanced at each of the men curiously, not sure who she should be focusing on “Ya know dees fellas Callen? Boy ya sure get around!”
All of the hunters laughed at Jazz, the shorter one asking Braiden “‘Callen’? Is that the name you gave her? You can come up with better names than that!”
The taller man growled eagerly and took up one of the ‘stabbies’ from Jazz’s bag. “Luckily you’re here, face ache. Perfect timing to be our test dummy!” The leader held out a hand “We’re not here to kill ‘im, just to collect him remember?”
The leader looked to Braiden and smirked “Look, you ready to come quietly or make this as difficult as last time, Sabius?”
Braiden glared at the men for a moment, then to Jazz, then back to the leader, “I’m no traitor, I’m not something to collect, and I’m definitely not going to let you poke me with that thing.” He looked to Jazz and motioned for her to leave, “Get out of here, I’m sorry this had to ruin your dinner…”
Jazz didn’t understand what was so funny until one of the men took out her blade and their interactions slowly started to make sense. Afterall, she was in an almost exact situation not too long ago. She quickly grabbed the hand holding her blade and grinned, “Woah woah fellas, now Jazz ain’ too familiar wid dis whole situation…”
She gestured vaguely to...Savius? It certainly didn’t sound like an Exile’s name. “But it sure ain’ no reason fo’ ya to start stabbin’ my food buddy over here.” Her grip on the man’s arm did not align with her friendly demeanor.
The taller man grabbed Jazz by the collar, “Stay out of this, contact!” The smaller one nodded, “Just take the money and do as the traitor says, get out!” The leader then took Braiden’s arm and started to pull at him, “We’re getting our money’s worth out of you, Sabius, whether ya like it or not!”
Jazz’s espernetics started to act up subconsciously as she clutched onto the hands of the taller gentlemen, but unfortunately tripped over as her feet were still caught on the stool’s legs, “Oi oi, donchu grab Jazz or I’mma beat your ass senseless!”
Braiden attempted to grab at the empty plate of ribs and tried decking it over the lead hunter’s head, but it was swiftly swatted away as he pushed Braiden down onto the bar.
“Trying to be sneaky, eh?” The leader raised one of the daggers above Braiden’s head, “You’re smarter than this!” Braiden stomped on the lead hunter’s feet, making him drop the dagger. He kicked the fiend away, making him crash onto a table.
Jazz grinned wildly, “Aw yeah, IT’S ASS-KICKIN’ TIME!” She reared her head back and slammed it right into her captor’s before dropping down and shaking her head. It hurt her too, but hey, at least she was free! She whipped out both her machetes from their sheaths and beamed “A’ight fellas, who wants ta go first!”
The shorter hunter, shaken from Jazz’s battle cry, attempted to have at her with his own sword, but she easily dodged his swing without a sweat. Seeing Jazz occupied, the taller one went for Braiden and snatched his neck, throwing him towards the back of the room. Braiden managed to recover, but only had time to dodge another attack from the giant brute.
Quickly looking up at Briaden Jazz cried out, “Ah shit, sorry bro!” She quickly tried to throw her blade at one of the hunters to help her friend, but missed horrible and landed in the fireplace. Her left eye twitched as she growled, “Ugh for the love of-!” She got cut off by another swing from the shorter gent and quickly dodged out of the way again. He cackled at her failure and tried to slash at Jazz again, but in his fit of laughs he only landed a small scratch on her.
The giant gang member slid his foot on the ground like a bull and readied himself to charge at Braiden. He let out a cry and charged, but Braiden took one leap over him and the hunger smashed into the wall. In a rush of energy, Braiden grabbed a small stool and threw it at the smaller hunter, making him stagger slightly but not down just yet. Getting up from the table, the leader tried to punch back at Braiden. Braiden caught his fist and returned the punch to the leader.
Seeing the smaller one knocked down momentarily, Jazz grinned, “Woah, nice one dude!” When the leader approached however, her instincts took over. Blue flames encompassed her fists and without thinking she roared “Oi, DON’T TOUCH FOOD BRO!” And bashed it right into the back of the leader’s skull. The blow was finally enough for their enemy to fall unconscious to the floor.
Completely forgetting about her previous adversary, the smaller hunter latched onto the back of Jazz and tried to scratch at her a few times but was immediately met with an angry backhand from the fiery esper as she growled “Boy sit down, Jazz ain’ dealin’ wid yo’ ass right now.”
Braiden approached the downed leader, leaned down and whispered “Can’t wait ‘till next time, buddy. See ya ‘round.” Once that was over and done, Braiden smiled at Jazz and nodded, leaving for the door.
She wasn’t paying attention however, her mind currently occupied by the blue flames that flickered across her hands. Her panicked eyes clenched shut as she held her head and deeply breathed in and out, remembering the calming exercises Olka taught her. Once they finally calmed down, she looked up to find Braiden leaving. She yanked him back by the collar and pointed her other machete at his neck threateningly.
“Oh no ya don’, ya gonna explain some shit ta Jazz.” She growled at him.
Shocked for a moment, Braiden gave in and nodded at her. “I guess you deserve one. But can we do it somewhere else? I don’t want to hang around for these guys to wake up.”
Jazz narrowed her eyes at him, but nodded reluctantly and lowered her blade. She followed after Braiden but not before kicking the poor small hunter in the nuts while spitting on him. “Fuckin’ rude-ass shitheads interruptin’ my goodass meal.” She grumbled.
Once they were outside, Braiden took a deep breath and began, “Okay. So my name is not ‘Callen’, it’s Braiden. I have a bounty on my head for charges that I’m accused of with the Dominion. As you have seen, I can’t have that, so… I ran away… It’s been years.”
There was a really long pause before Jazz suddenly barked a loud laugh and let out a releaved breath, “Hah, dude was dat all?! Jeez, ya got me here thinkin’ dat you’re some freaky-ass child murderer criminal dat I accidentally gave food to!” She put away her blade and scratched the back of her neck sheepishly “Truth be told I totally gets ya, Jazz been runnin’ away fo’ quite a while too...still runnin’ actually.”
She shuckled meekly before smirking, “Braiden though? D’az a cool name too I guess. An’ real quick bro, ya kicked ass pretteh well, an’ dis is coming from the amazing Jazz!”
Braiden laughed nervously along with her until she told her story. He nodded and smiled “I’m just glad we didn’t have to fight whoever’s after you. And thanks, you fight real good too, I certainly didn’t expect you to be an...ah…” He tried to make fiery motions.
“...A badass lean mean fightin’ machine?” Jazz flipped back her long curls with a cocky grin “Yep, I know. It comes wid da awesome hair, what can I say?” She was about to grab her bag when she fiddled with her other blade sheath and winced “I...probably oughta grab my Krog-Killer from da fire…”
“B-but...he was my favorite…” She pouted very sadly at the door.
Her friend grinned at her remark and turned towards the bar “I don’t think it’s worth it at this point.” He turned back to her and held an open hand to her, “Thanks for the help...and the food...Even if you did eat most of it.”
Jazz blinked when he held out his hand. She snorted in a very unlady-like manner and pointed at his hand with a smirk, “Dude, ya kiddin’ me? Put dat thing away.” Instead she spread her arms out with a grin that threatened to rip her face in half “C’meeeeere!” And without warning put both her arms around his waist in a tight hug and even lifted him up a bit with a happy laugh, “Ya kicked ass wid me in a bar fight! That officially makes ya a certified Jazz friend dude!”
Braiden tried bracing himself for the hug, but let himself get crushed under Jazz’s bear hug. He let out a wheeze and lightly patted her back, “Heh, I’m-” he coughed “- glad! Maybe we could kick ass-” he heaved “-some other time!”
Jazz gasped enthusiastically with a very bright beam as little joyful espernetic swirls of yellow bounced around her head, betraying her excitement “REALLY?! Dat’d be great I can’ wait ta- Oh wait shit lemme put ya down now.” She quickly placed him back on the ground and patted his back awkwardly, worried that she broke a bone.
Her friend brushed himself off and took deep breaths. “Well, this is goodbye for now Jazz. Oh, and do me a favor, don’t do business with those shitheads again.” He warned playfully.
“Nope, I ain’t takin’ money from those wank-stains again. ...But I be goin’ in dere for Krog-Killer soooooo…” She gave Braiden a thumbs up before rolling up her sleeves grinning “Back ta kickin’ ass, takin’ blades and leavin’ dis joint! Don’ be a stranger Brai-bro!” And with that she turned around and marched determinedly towards the bar with a violent twinkle in her eye.
Braiden gave one last shake of his head, still smiling, before walking off.
A piece that I’ve worked on for class these past 3 weeks. The goal was to try and professionally shade this, but I still have quite a few things to work on in that department.
Regardless, I’m glad with how this turned out, I’m going to continue to tweak this to hopefully make this look better.
But for now, have my boy Braiden Sabius, the sun king!
A drawing for an rp I had with @eldanseeker a while back of the two discussing, you know, Braiden’s plan to see revenge on a insane mechari. You know, the typical conversation while you take a walk with your friend.
