Sep 2, 2024
‘Alright, what’s this, I’ve always thought it was a sheep maybe,’ says Cambirch, putting the coins back in the drawer. He rustles through a small pile, and produces a silver one instead, which he passes over. Taking it, Laios looks at the imprint. Finally, he replies, ‘It’s a wolf.’ ‘...oh,’ Cambirch says. Then he laughs, expression merry. ‘Do you think I’d look good with glasses? I might need a pair.’
Bit from our 90s AU Chilaios fic, what keeps you here Had to draw Cambirch in glasses for someone specific...you know who you are.