Jun 10, 2025
He would make coffee for the both of them and go up to Ayin while he was working, and he would know that nothing further was expected of him. That he would not have to smile if he did not have to. He could talk at length, he found, and Ayin would not tell him to be quiet. He could be silent as the grave himself, and Ayin would not ask him to talk.
Excerpt is from Lament.
Back when I was writing and illustrating that fic, I wanted to draw something that'd really get across the idea I had, which I couldn't at the time with just my phone. Now, though... now, I can do this.
Which I think probably took me several hours, haha. And hands are still my worst enemy.