#procrastin havaleth

[hellomynameisandiam]

drew scifi dori and pro ‘cause they made a brief appearance in our lancer campaign as security chief and head scientist of another ship in the fleet.

i drew these last year, i gotta... post more.

[hellomynameisandiam]

@lordcephalopod‘s character, Procrastin Havaleth!

the seven circles at the top signify important people in his life, and the circles in the ring that surround him signify magic he’s very very good at: necromancy, arcane, and fire.

i was, uh, playing KH again and reliving my teen years when i drew this. i really like the stained glass art in the game. ._.

[hellomynameisandiam]

@lordcephalopod asked for mccree in calm down, and their character procrastin in peace from the colour palette challenge. :D

[hellomynameisandiam]

sometimes you just gotta draw your OC OTP.

@lordcephalopod

[doriennmydral]

The Schedule

Dorien raps his knuckles on the door frame to their shared office space/alchemy lab, and smiles at Pro when his husband looks up. “Fifteen minutes until eight.”

He leaves, chuckling his breath as Pro’s eyes widened underneath the goggles he was wearing, and whipped his head around to check the clock. Yeah, he figures that Pro lost track of time, so he always made it a point to give the other man a head’s up.

Dory wanders off to the bedroom, and rolls onto their bed. He situates himself in the middle, grabbing all the pillows and putting them behind him. He’s aiming for the regal, relaxed look, half propped up, half languid. Is that the word he’s looking for?

Dorien stares at the ceiling, testing out various words in his head when he hears the door open and Pro steps inside.

“I know I joked about it, but scheduling sex is really weird,” the mage says evenly, while approaching the bed.

“Maybe it’s my secret plan to make you get a boner at eight o’clock on the dot.”

Pro pauses, one knee on the bed and robes hiked up enough to make crawling across the mattress feasible while wearing them. He’s narrowed his eyes, giving Dorien a look like he’s not sure if his husband is lying. “That’s… Devious.”

Dorien grins, winking and wiggling his fingers. “Of course, that’d only work on Tuesdays. This is the only time we have sex at eight.”

[aspencrown]

🎼 for Pro

D is for DelightfulAnd try and keep your trousers onI think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmareD is for...Desperately trying to stimulate what it was that was alright3 quarters of an hour agoThat had led him to be in a positionAnd every compromissionAnother freak episode

[doriennmydral]

“Mmmmhmmm…” Pro wanders over to the kitchen, pulls out a butter knife, and licks it… sexily, waggling his eyebrows at Dorien…. Before going to prepare himself a snack. With the knife he just licked.

“Be sure to wash that after you use it,” says Dorien, the not-cleaning-nor-knife fetishist.

“Gonna dirty up all the knives. So you can clean them allllll… Just stroking their long hard blades with your… Uh. Sponge?”

Dorien just stares at him.

“What.”

“I’m going to go put on some stockings.”

“I KNEW YOU WERE A KNIFE FETISHIST.”

“What! NO!”

[doriennmydral]

Dorien sat down on the bed carefully, and just breathed for a minute. He rolled his shoulders slowly, and dragged his bag closer. He searched through it, pushing the books out of the way, and grabbed the burn salve Mierette had given him earlier, along with the bandages he usually kept on hand.

Placing those to the side, he tugged off his clothing. When the fire had come at him, he had twisted, using the right side of his body to take the brunt of it. His arm had come up to protect his head, and turned his face away. It wasn't as bad as it looked, but...

Should have known, he thought ruefully. More than a decade with it, trying to protect it, would outweigh the few years he's been without it.

He went about smearing the burn salve on the wounds, doing his best to keep it even.

Fire was cleansing, purifying. It was a form of release. It was...

Dorien knew fire. It wasn't a problem. In fact, he preferred it; better than broken bones, which he also had a knowledge of. But fire, he dealt with it before. He remembered blackening his nails - several falling off - after a reckless escape. He'd belched it out, his throat feeling raw and sore after its use. He knew what burning skin, hair, rot, and cloth smelled like. He'd built pyres.

If he hadn't seen the fire on him, he probably wouldn't have noticed the fact that he was the one burning. The pain was easy to block out.

He knew fire.

Dorien mechanically wrapped his chest and arm with bandages, staring at the wall across from him.

He also knew Pro. The person he had interacted with tonight had been an exaggeration of the man, a cartoon of what assholes may have thought of him. Given Ellister's reaction to the whole thing, there was no other way to consider it. He was possessed, and they hadn't done much to get it out of him.

Dorien placed the burn salve and the bandages on the bedside table, as well as moved his satchel from the bed to the floor. He rolled his shoulder carefully, frowning absentmindedly.

Since he knew Pro, he also knew he couldn't approach him yet. He needed rest; he needed to heal a bit. Thankfully, he did that quick enough with the Light. He needed to plan.

Dorien lay down on his uninjured side, and used his thumb to fiddle the ring on his finger. It'd be easy enough to track Pro, at least. The only problem was following, given a mage's mobility and portals.

Tomorrow, he'd gather the supplies, and plan.