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New Year’s Day by @atypicalartists

#my art #illustration #charles chambers #john fogg #new year's day podcast #nyd #unfortunately no ship name is sticking except for chogg #so #chogg #also charles is the gray one with the glasses and johns the green one with the tails #i have fifty billion doodles #will post them more dont fret

If prompts are still open, perhaps something about Joe and/or Nicky marking the new year? I'd imagine NYE hits different after almost a millennium.

There was a time, Nicolo knows, when the turning of the seasons was the ordinary marking of time to him; the way he knew which clothes to wear and which holy days to mark, how far they might be from the harvest and how long til winter's bite. Then came immortality, and time marched on without any imprint upon his body, each season marking the extraordinary only upon his soul. He cannot remember when the cycles became a tumult, when the speed at which time shifted accelerated, or how soon the places he and Yusuf traveled offered new definitions of 'a year'. It is a blur to him now, a cavalcade of festivals and quiet moments, of temples and river banks and dry, desert heat. He celebrated rain and began anew when the cherry blossoms faded, until the mechanisms of rededication became so many he couldn't keep up. He thinks of those years like a night spent in drink--glorious in the moment, responsible for later aches.

It was the pocket watch that pulled them from the blur into something sharper and more brittle; a timepiece that made the cyclical rituals fade beneath the ticking of the clock. There is, he thinks, much that was lost in the division of time and the joining of nations; some things were gained, too, like the ritual of this new year. They stand in the tiny courtyard of their home in Malta, Nicky looking at the darkened ocean, Joe at the stars. They carry a glass of champagne apiece, and when churches mark the stroke of midnight they look toward each other, and drink, and kiss. "A new beginning," Joe murmurs against Nicky's lips, pulling him close despite the remaining champagne in his glass. And in Joe's kiss is the breadth of centuries and the pin-point precision of the satellites soaring above.

#joe x nicky #kaysanova #nye #nyd #happy new year