Chapter 2 - In Which, If It Helps, No One Else Saw That Coming Either
Interesting, it turned out, was a bit of an understatement. A person was standing in the middle of a glade with their back to Cosette, their posture suggesting that they were fighting something, or someone. The figure turned to one side, glaring at something Cosette couldn’t see, and she realised that it was a teenage boy.
He was about her age, maybe a little older, with waist-length golden-blond hair tied in a ponytail with a red band. He was dressed like nobody she’d ever seen before - his clothes were mainly bright red, made of a material that glittered in the morning sun; a top that was draped like a toga, but showed off his lithe midriff, and the shortest shorts she’d ever seen on a boy. His boots were knee-high and had black heels, across his forehead was a black headband, and he had black cuffs on both wrists. He was clutching a long staff made of black metal, the top of which was an orb surrounded by smaller red orbs that hung in mid-air. From his back sprouted six small golden fronds, three from each shoulder blade, that almost looked like…wings.
And his face…Cosette had never seen a face both so charming and terrifying at the same time. His features were beautiful: his nose was straight, his eyes were almond-shaped, his brows were sculpted and his lips were plump and red. But his expression was one of utter fury, with rage glowing in his golden-brown irises, and it was directed at something lurking in the shadows, just outside of Cosette’s line of sight.
I told y'all there would be more art!! Here it is, this time the scene when Cosette first sees Enjolras. I'm drawing a scene from each chapter and posting it with the scene it's based off - enjoy!!
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