#technically ;)

[applesofdaventry]

Unrepentant

As Prince Alexander slumped over, green eyes fluttering shut... fading, the old man who had done this cried out in triumph and jubilation even as he was dogpiled by all of the guards in that room. Later, when he was dragged before King Graham, despite the newly broken arm, he was stilling grinning fiercely.

"Why have you done this? What did you do to him?" Graham asked. His face was stony, for all that he was barely hiding fresh anguish. It would have to be enough.

The old man only said, "What I have been too weak to do before this."

"What is that supposed to mean."

"I am bound to speak truth for all that I cannot say what you wish to hear directly." The old man stood tall despite the firm, honestly harsh grip, held on him. His brown eyes shining bright as copper.

"Do you wish to speak truly on why you did what you did to my s- the prince?" If he got sentimental now, the mask would crack and then he would be of no use to anyone.

"Of course I do, but I cannot be direct." The old man looked thoughtful for a moment. "How about this, then... a riddle. Or, a puzzle as you would say." He muttered something under his breath that sounded like "He always mentioned your fondness for them in his rants, after all."

Graham could have been carved from ice. "Speak your riddle."

"First, some context. It is said that the truth of a person is seen through their eyes. That no matter what form they take the eyes remain the same. My eyes are brown as they will always be, for instance." He took his time speaking, now that the excitement was over the body was exacting retribution. "Your son as a babe, what color were his eyes?"

"Brown, why?" Like caramel, like maple, like bronze newly polished in his joy over his first choco-chip pancake. The syrup and patches of whipped cream all over his small face.

Brown eyes, sharper than any mirror pierced into Graham. "And what color are they now?"

[memaidraws]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by the lovely @dirty-bosmer love you long time boo uwu Anyway, something BG3 flavored for the girlies out there?

“Are you alright?” Another voice chimes in. The world snaps back into sharp focus as I’m grounded back into reality. It feels like a fall, shocking and uncomfortable as I blink stupidly at my surroundings. I’m back at camp. Then the memories flood through me once more, a series of paintings splattered upon the canvas that was my broken mind. Blood, the sweet call of blood, then there was the nautiloid ship, and when I awoke there were tieflings, and then my savior— “Wyll?” Concern flashes through his regal features and he’s crouched by my side in a heartbeat. “Are you alright? I was going to ask if you were ready for supper.” My breaths steadied, and everything returned to me sense by agonizing sense. The smell of meat cooked over an open flame, the feel of the small pebbles trapped in my boot, the taste of salt and bile coating the back of my throat, the sound of friendly chatter over the crackling of fire, and then the sight of the warm glow in Wyll’s deep, dark eyes. Dark eyes. I frown. “Sorry, I just had another one of those memories flash by.”

Ehehe~ Anyway! Tagging forward: @dumpsterhipster @atypicalacademic @adelaidedrubman @quickhacked and anyone who wants to do this :3

[zmeess]

Commission for oyoshima, of his wonderful OCs Miles and Wayrider (absolutely loved the design, was such a pleasure to draw them)! 

Thank you for commissioning me. :)