I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you.
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you.
pick your padawan day
head empty
What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you.
I See You by Missio often came to mind while working through the variants of this art. It was always the intent to make this piece about Anakin surviving the war, about him no longer being the bright, radiant boy that he once was. It was about being seen, with all the dirt and the soil and the scars that are slow to heal— and still be deemed beautiful. This is a glimpse into eyes that love.
When your Padawan's drink gets spiked and you're on Master-sitter duty now.
this is how you make a sith btw
qui-gon: he'll do great, don't fret obi-wan
tfw your vision is perfect but your master is legally blind