Dec 25, 2015
Commission for @entropytea of her and Nineproton’s characters Ci’xi, and Zoriel!
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Commission for @entropytea of her and Nineproton’s characters Ci’xi, and Zoriel!
Earth Queen Hou-Ting and Dowager Empress Ci'xi.
oeste asked you: Paint me, Zorial.
“Zorial, are you in there?”
A flurry of activity. Scratching noises, a muffled curse, the sound of something being bumped into. “Uh… yes. Yes I’m… just a minute. Yes I’m here. Uhmmm come on in.”
The door opened to reveal Ci’xhiara giving a suspicious look across the room. Zorial was standing at her tiny work station, trying and failing to look casual. Like she wasn’t up to something. The flush in her round cheeks wasn’t uncommon but it was a dead giveaway. The Pureblood squinted at the Mirialan, folding her arms as she walked over the dash.
“What are you doing?” There was amusement in the accusation. Zorial sputtered and hemmed for a moment before stepping out of the way and pointing at the desk.
“Please don’t… think it’s weird or anything. I’m sorry, it was just…” Zo trailed off as Ci’xi approached, looking down at the desk. There was a bound book of flimsiplast sheets and a stylus there. The pages were filled with sketches and scribbles – writings and notes. Most of the drawings were sceneries. Cityscapes, tree lines, the details of an ancient statue, the pattern of spots on a wild animal. Sometimes there were people as well. Faces of council members, a young woman with a thin face, a scar on her throat and a mask over her eyes. And on the last, most recent page was Ci’xi. So far it was just detailed eyes and the structures of her face. The soft lines accented by sharp ridges. The slight twist of her lips. The framework of a perfect coif of hair.
“I’m sorry if you hate it, I was just… I draw things I like and –“ “Would you like me to sit for you?” Ci’xi interrupted, turning away from the forming drawing to offer Zorial a calming smile. The Mirialan only hesitated for a moment before nodding. She still spent the entire time blushing as she drew.
For Ci'xi, who deserves her own epic music.