Jun 9
Large, blue eyes looked up at him. They were almost as bright as Victor’s – only that they were not deadly cold, but kind. Even in this state, brows and temples drawn tight around them in gutting fear, even after everything he must have gone through to end up here, Arnaud saw the genuine, vulnerable warmth in his eyes. This wasn’t just fear for his own sake, of loss. He cared for her, deeply. Sad Lucas :( A sketch from Arnaud's perspective from a scene that might have happened right before the beginning of chapter 15 of Requiem - an illustration for my Arnaud fanfic "The Bad Part" (find it on AO3 if you like the excerpt, and remember comments are love <3).
