"Sidestep." The Void's words crawl into your ears like slugs, resting heavily on your spine. "Be honored and blessed to partake in the sacrament of my blood."
void imagery has such horny catholic vibes to me and i think that's beautiful
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"Sidestep." The Void's words crawl into your ears like slugs, resting heavily on your spine. "Be honored and blessed to partake in the sacrament of my blood."
void imagery has such horny catholic vibes to me and i think that's beautiful
void final stand off
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void and farm nightmares for sidestep
"Sidestep." The Void's words crawl into your ears like slugs, resting heavily on your spine. "Be honored and blessed to partake in the sacrament of my blood."
ive been bed ridden with the flu for the past few days. i just started feeling better and this shot into my mind and i could no longer rest until i made it.
im still somewhat delirious so just bear with me, this isnt entirely lore accurate
EDIT- forgot sunstream was retired during the void mission and the flyer for that was sentinel. my apologies to you, sentinel.
now this is just a fucked up boys trip where they almost die and meet god
Then you throw up."Ugh, gross." Ortega tugs you to your feet, and you stumble together through the broken door. Outside, the sky has lightened into blue, and the smoke is rising into it."Don't let go of me." You feel an urge to rise with it, to fade to nothing in the worlds between."I won't." Ortega holds you tightly, and you ride the waves, focusing on their heart. You feel drunk, the senseless motion of everything, the urge to turn yourself inside out. "What happened to Void?"
You place your hand on Ortega's back and tries to match your breaths together. One breath. One heart. Shouldn't it be more of a difference between you? Real and Fake. You breathe. In. Out. Slow.
edit: did a repaint since this is my fav drawing ive done of them and wanted to update it. older version under the cut