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i grew up on the sly in the gutters and the streets of petersburg just a kid on the fly getting good at getting by in petersburg i bartered for a blanket, stolen for my bread learned to take my chances and use my head a russian rat is clever clever or he ends up dead
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-C_E94EGUoQ)
have had a redesign for damitri for over a year now and finally drew it
Damitri took the washcloth from the water filled bowl and dabbed gently on the bruise that was beginning to form around Dawrcy’s eye. His hands were so soft, like a butterfly’s wing, much softer than Dawrcy would have granted his own self.
It was foreign. It made him want to run, to swing his fists, to beg him to stop. He didn’t though and instead he sat silently on the wobbling wooden chair, wringing his battered and bleeding hands together, imagining he was anywhere else but in the presence of such warmth. Warmth of honey golden pools and bright light and everything Dawrcy’s been told he’s not supposed to have.
Dawrcy’s over active thoughts, paused by the sound of a soft chuckle, had one eye snap open. He hadn’t realized how tightly he’d been squeezing them, as if the very sun were in the room with him.
“Why are you scrunching up your face?” The voice like bells chuckled.
Dawrcy didn’t have an answer for that. But he was an excellent liar.
“The sun’s too bright,” he blurted out and immediately had to dig one hand’s nails into the other’s to stave off the urge to slap his palm over his own face from shock.
Okay. Usually he was a good liar. Being a prince of Frostiel ensured so. So what the hell was that awful display?
Damitri’s bright blue eyes blinked in surprise. Dawrcy watched him take a couple glances about the room, where it was night and there were no windows.
“Okay,” Damitri said simply, shrugging and continued on with his work.
Dawrcy wished he could shrivel up and roll underneath the floorboards of the tavern.
forgot to post these cuties
i plan on painting this, but i’ll post for now
Dimitri commission
rose, samson baby dawrcy, dawrcy couple months after shaving his head, another dawrcy, rose & damitri and rose
