#commison work

[shearfer]

commision for @amperceter-art thank you so much for support!

Also its their Blackhearts desing

[freakthygeek]

Hollow Knight

The piece on the right was a commission for a friend!

[cawwriting]

Wounded

(Commisioned by @ask-a-freckled-sky thank you!!!)

Across the purpled sky of a shifting horizon was a pebble of darkness, a moving reflection across the staled clouds, something or someone was laid out on the ground and yet didn't seem to be animate; this was very unlike its very hectic surroundings of burning foliage and injured soldiers.

The moaning and groaning of creaking trees who couldn't handle the weight of the wind swirling around said pebble was almost all that could be heard, that was, if there were not two men currently on the search for this pebble, screaming out its name, and frantically pulling up rubble until on that horizon they grabbed something soft, something unlike everything else around them. Whatever they grabbed was warm and even slightly sticky with… something red. It was their pebble- Jean.

The first man went by Paul, He upon feeling the warmth, immediately pulled Jean out from under the rubble, taking him into his arms and then pulling out his walkie talkie to signal his partner, Patryk, that they had completed the mission and found soldier number 342, he also told him his location in order to airlift Jean back to base.

Within a matter of moments a man with longer brown hair and green eyes arrived on the scene panting because he had run to the location from where he had been searching. Patryk, as everyone called him, knelt down next to Paul who was clutching a heavily bleeding jean. He had been shot multiple times and one of those bullets went through his leg, hitting the femoral artery. Pal had placed a tourniquet but Jean was still going into shock from the bloodloss. Patryk quickly took off his jacket and placed it over jean, its a main goal when someone goes into shock to keep them warm.

Soon they were in a plane, it was the one Paul and Patryk had arrived in to find Jean, you see they were his lovers and nothing burns more than losing your love to the hatred of another soul. They had all joined the red army at a relatively young age, around 19 and 20 but were all now in their late twenties and early thirties. They had gone to boot camp together and even were coincidentally placed in the same bunk room. It wasn't long, maybe a few years, and they had all claimed the rank of second in command as well as each other's hearts.

As Patryk flew the plane Paul was desperate in the back of the plane, heart pounding so loud he could barely hear the whirring of the loud engines. Blood coated his hands as he slowly released the tourniquet  allowing dark red rubies to shoot out in spurts from his leg. Jean had been unconscious when they found him and if nothing was done he would likely die soon. Paul started by adding pressure to the wound with his hands, he had to slow the bleeding if he were to get a bandage on it. He used his free hand to fumble in a first aid kit for thick cloth that was bandage like- it was meant for situations like this, next, he started to place it on his leg and every time it bled through he would add more bandages. “PATRYK GET US HOME.” Paul yelled, hopelessly forming another tourniquet on his leg as tears streamed fast down his cheeks and ran into the stubble that coated his chin.

Suddenly Jean’s body began to seize, Paul was not prepared for this type of medical emergency he was not a field medic he was a soldier and mechanic, nothing more and nothing less. He sobbed harder and worked to hold his body still, it was becoming scarily obvious that they may lose Jean to the cold grip of death However as the engine’s cut off Paul stumbled back away from the body to allow more qualified medics take his place. He fell back into the passenger seat of the plane and completely broke down, he was covered in the cooling blood of one of his lovers and he had watched him lose just so much blood. One person can only take so much. It was so much that he didn't notice the arms of his other lover, Patryk, were wrapped around him. His eyes were focused on Jean’s body which was being rushed into the red army base.

Patryk’s words were hard to hear it was like he was so far away and Paul just couldn't get a hold on himself, that was- until he heard the voice of his leader breaking through the barrier. “What happened out there? It was supposed to be a simple extraction procedure! Jean could die!” He was angry, taking Paul, his friend and beloved, by the front of his turtleneck.  

Paul couldn't even make out any words, he was just not there it was like he was on another planet mentally, and his body was just stuck here. Soon enough everything went black and he lost consciousness

When the world finally became clear again paul was met with the smell of burning iron and the site of bright white fluorescents, he jumped up in a panic, heart racing again and blood still staining his clothing. That was when a soft clean hand gently grabbed hold of his, it was Tord. “Paul… Its okay everything is okay. Relax and sit back down- or better yet go take shower, you smell.” How could tord be so calm in a situation like this? This was their shared boyfriend’s life on the line for christ’s sake!

“...no” Paul murmured under his breath, standing firmer and jerking his hand away. “I cannot relax when our boyfriend could be dead and I couldn't do anything to help!” He was yelling in the waiting room, tears starting up all over again as he fell to his knees at Tord’s feet looking absolutely pitiful. However there was someone who looked even more calm than Tord, at least with tord you could see the small wrinkle in his brow that signified stress, with patryk not a trace of fear or even anxiety could be seen on his features- he looked just utterly calm

All of this was far too much, Paul moved to storm from the room only to collide with a man dressed in scrubs- the doctor. They both fell backwards and hit the tile though neither of them were seriously injured. Once apologies had been explained Paul came back into the room and sat to listen to what the doctor had to say to them.

The doctor cleared his throat and then started very sullenly, he swallowed. His leader was in the room- how could he tell him his lover may not survive the procedure needed to save his life? “Ehem- well- It seems the blood attempted to clot in the leg where the tourniquet had been placed and forced Jean to suffer a massive heart attack on the table; he survived but it will leave him prone to having them in the future. The loss of blood forced him into shock at the same time and we still are not sure if we can revive him if he decided to flat-line again.” The doctor paused and looked at his audience of three, gauging their reactions and then continuing. “He will be open for visits in thirty minutes just in case he does not survive.” Before he could be scolded and or confronted by one of the three men he fled to continue stabilizing their lover.

Paul gave in and turned to Tord, today had been such a heart wrenching trip he couldn't even produce any more tears as show of how scared he was- he just looked so cold and was even shivering lightly. He buried into his shoulder and choked up, wrapping messy arms around him. “Go take a shower Paul- we are not going to visit Jean if you stick to high heaven and look like you committed a murder.” Tord’s words were stale and sharp but Paul understood he was shifting into his cold exterior to keep from showing how worried he really was for their lover.

When Paul made it to their room he sped past Jean’s bed and things, hurrying straight to the shower and watching as red swirled around the drain. He sunk down to the floor of the tub/shower and let the water wash over him, pulling the blood down into the plumbing to never be seen again. “I-I am sorry..” He sniffled and then said, blaming himself for not being able to help Jean’s condition. Though he was preemptively mourning he made sure to time his shower well so that whenever he would return to the waiting room it would be time to visit with Jean.

When he arrived the others were waiting on him, Red taking Paul into his arms when he entered, hugging him close to his chest and sighing. “It's time to visit him Paul- let's go see how our soldier is doing.” He said this with a certain tenderness to his voice which brought a smile to paul’s face.

Soon they arrived in Jean’s hospital room. He was attached to so many tubes and wires he looked like he had been in a train wreck when in fact he had been in something even worse- a war.

The three men circled around him, Paul and Tord on one side of the bed and Patryk on the other .Jean’s eyes were barely opened, his skin deathly pale and his lips were faded and chapped. He looked like he had shook hands with death and that was simply because he had. “Oh god… Jean how are you feeling?” Patryk started, hoping to somehow stirr him into being more awake for them. “I’m so sorry..” Paul followed up, leaning over and kissing his cheek. Tord stayed quiet, just observing his lover with morose eyes.

Jean, after a few moments spoke up, absolving their worry with just a few words. “I… I love all of you so much” His voice was weak and yet it was filled with hope and a confidence that only psychics have, he even had a small glimmer of a smile curving the corners of his lips. “You all have done so much trying to help, but really i'm not dead yet and I don't plan to be for a very long time” He followed with a weak laugh, looking to paul first who had been desperately caring for him on the plane. “My love, please- please do not be sorry you tried your best and I am so damn grateful to have you in my life.” He next turned to Tord, it was as if he were saying his goodbyes. :Tord, my brave red leader, my dear, thank you for remaining strong when I know you out of all people want to worry and fuss about me.”

He ended on Patryk, leaning up with a pained wince to kiss his cheek. “Its okay pat, I understand your effort to keep up your tough guy resolve but really it is unnecessary, you are aloud to be scared- hell! I am scared! I was shot!” Him and patryk shared a laugh before he continued. “My beautiful Patryk, you are simply divine and I want you to look out for this one okay?” He pointed to Paul.

They all shared a laugh at that and then leaned in to all hug and love on Jean, Paul started it by peppering his face in kisses, avoiding his oxygen mask as to keep him healthy and alive. He was afraid any sudden move would hurt him. Tord followed by nuzzling against his chest and neck and then Patryk finished up by lightly hugging him. It was all a sad and yet picturesque moment for them.

Six weeks later Jean would be fully healed and able to go back to his room, and when he got there the boys had the surprise of as lifetime waiting for him. A king sized bed so they would no longer share bunks. “SURPRISE!”: They all shouted and then rushed Jean in a hug who instantly teared up.

“I love you guys..”