The petrified drow are rock hard once more hehe
I’m so happy this is finally done and that I finished it at all… now I feel free to work on more stuff
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The petrified drow are rock hard once more hehe
I’m so happy this is finally done and that I finished it at all… now I feel free to work on more stuff
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Gale’s Rivington camp view lol
So what if the petrified drow, without Dhourn, could be convinced to rest in camp and then decided to tag along and became a lil obsessed with Halsin?
Lines and flats done 🎉 love this crop, tho it does make it look far sweeter than it really is lol the old men <3
Artimezt gets a mini comic instead of a drabble because I couldn’t not do it this way
I think my favorite thing about Halsin and Arcagh is them both going “damn you need a break” and sometimes doing it at the same time so neither really settles and they’re both trying to play caregiver
Stubborn old men in their own ways, Halsin trying to look after Arcagh how he looks after everyone else, Arcagh being a protective old soldier trying to give his men safety they haven’t been afforded much before
Halsin sat on a hill, leaning up against a tree. He looked over the little piece of wood in his hand. A hanging bat was beginning to take shape, slowly and carefully. He watched the horizon change hues as the sun rose and a slight noise from behind the tree caught his attention.
“Come to join me?” Halsin was getting used to his partners’ ways and was certain he knew who it was - and that he wouldn’t actually be wanted any closer.
“Hmph. You have good hearing,” Izwae huffed from the shaded side of the tree.
“You would have been quieter if you did not wish to be heard, my heart. Are you going to stay back there?”
“I am.”
“As you wish. I appreciate your company, my love.”
“Mm.”
Izwae hardly spoke to Halsin, even less so when they had become partners. At first glance, the assassin always seemed cold and distant. His words bit when he wanted them to - which was often - to keep people away. But it wasn’t long before his complaining softened towards Halsin, and the man’s staring and lurking spoke to undermine the attitude he tried to keep.
Izwae watched over Halsin like he did the others but still kept him at an arm’s length. It seemed he fought to stay aloof, only a couple of the others and Halsin noticing his slight shift. Halsin sometimes couldn’t help but worry perhaps it was all too much too fast for Izwae for how distant he stayed.
But a stolen kiss in the dark, an expression of worry over the druid when wounded, had made certain Halsin didn’t question his love was returned. So he didn’t mind the space Izwae wanted. His love stayed at his side, even if at arm’s length. When he wished for more - if he wished for more - Halsin would welcome it.
“Here.” Halsin reached his arm back and around the side of the tree, placing the wooden bat as close as he could get to Izwae on the other side. He could hear the drow pick it up and turn it over in his hands.
“You and your creatures…”
“You may keep it, if you’d like.”
Halsin didn’t get a response, but the carving wasn’t returned to him, either. And when they both returned to camp, the little figure stayed amongst Izwae’s few possessions.
Pros of being alone on a ship that involves NPCs most people probably don’t speak to nor care about:
Don’t have to sift through characterizations I don’t care for
Don’t have to worry about people complaining my characterizations aren’t the same as theirs
Don’t have to worry about drama in general because no one cares
I’m alone so I can do whatever freely without worry about the Fandom PoliceTM
Cons of being alone on a ship:
I am alone on this ship
“He said no pickles.”
More PetrifiedBear shitposting because of course