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Hi, new recolor of a @lightdeficient hair.
I recolor into the saccharine palette of pastry box, this just add swatchs it’s not a standalone recolor.
!You need the mesh: Wiked WItch Hairstyle!
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I will do other recolors later in the same palette, so if you are interested, stay here~
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So I actually got a request on DA to draw a character that isn’t a fetish (I think). Surprised, but I got a fun idea to draw a candy hell scenario from the request. Pretty different from my usual stuff but I had fun with this.
Savitr x Agrippa: “i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
With a gasp, Agrippa woke up, his heart racing. His instincts, his reflexes, urged him to jump and get the gun on the drawer, point it at the shadow he had seen, but his mind told him that it had been, once again, the nightmares.
He breathed in, slowly, through his nose, his eyes wide for a second before he managed to find the willpower to close them. He squinted slightly, trying to discern the time on the holo-clock next to the bed. 3AM. He let the breath go. Night terrors, again. It frustrated him to no end. Always once per month, always the same time.
He shifted slightly, feeling his leg bump against skin… his skin. He looked over his shoulder, his neck cracking and popping as he tried to discern the form… And his mind caught up that it was Savitr there. He breathed in for a few seconds. Their backs were almost touching, and he could hear the drell's breathing. He closed his eyes. At least he hadn’t been screaming this time.
He knew that if he stayed in bed, he’d have to wait at least two hours to go back to sleep. he was awake now, fully. His mind wanted to rest, but his body wanted to jump, race. He kept himself still for a few more minutes, but he realized this wouldn’t be productive.
He decided that he’d try out what Dr. T’Fera told. Slowly getting the covers out of himself, he swung his legs slowly down to the ground by the bed, being extra carefull as he moved his upper body to not wake him up. He looked back before he stood up, leaving Savitr on the bed.
Their relationship had been… going great. He was still unsure where they stood, they had been friends in the past and during their little… adventure, he had been a bodyguard. But now? Friends with benefits? Lovers? Maybe? Neither? He didn’t know. It was good, though. And it made him feel… lighter, to spend time with Savitr. It made him feel like vacation from killing. And that was always something good in his book.
He walked to the bathroom, turning on the lights after he had closed the door. He didn’t look himself in the mirror as he took off the underwear he was using and tossed it under the sink to get it later. He stepped into the box, closed the glass door and turned on the hot water before stepping inside the flow, feeling the water cascade down his body, wash away some of the tension from his muscles.
He closed his eyes and tilted his face to the stream. Damnit, he needed to stop having these. He was always tired for a week afterwards. Should he up the dose? Change medication, try to ignore them? He didn’t know. Honestly, there were a lot of things he didn’t know. He didn’t know if he wanted to continue killing for a living, he didn’t know if he wanted to be on the Citadel any longer, he didn’t know if he hadn’t been better just keeping his mouth shut all those years back in Palaven and just keeping his job in Blackwatch.
He didn’t even hear the door opening and closing behind him, but he did feel the arm wrapping around his waist. His head jerked down, surprised.
“Hm… calm down…” he heard, behind him, in a sleepy, drawly voice. It was him. Spirits, how had he managed to lift so much weight off of him like that?
He hung his head down, seeing his hands interlocking in his abdomen.. He hummed, feeling Savitr's cheek on his back, the water cascading down and getting him wet as well.
“I thought…”
“I was asleep?” the cocky drell asked, and Agrippa could hear the smile he had. “Nah… you weren’t quiet this time.”
“Ah, damnit… Was I…”
“No screaming.”
“Good.”
He stood there, in silence, contemplating his hands, feeling his heat and the breathing against his skin. He lazily placed one hand on his, caressing the back of his fingers with his thumb.
“Savitr…”
“Yes?”
Silence. Was he… was he really going to say it?
“I…”
“Hm?”
“I-I…”
“Take your time…”
The words cut. He could still remember the fight from so long ago with Tarkus. But now Tarkus was gone. And it may have been his fault, for not being there for him. But it didn’t matter. He had someone else now. Someone who he… did he? He...
“I love you so much... “ he said, and he could feel his eye burning from the tear he was trying to hold back. “I love you so much I forgot what hating myself feels like…”
Silence. But he could feel the breathing on his back catch slightly.
“Well… it’s a start…” he heard, with a smile and a chuckle to his voice. Spirits…
‘ this is the last time , i mean it . ’ // closed starter for @sacharine!
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