I can finally share the artwork I made in the beginning of the year for the Colours of the Gate fanzine! It was an honor to be a part of this project đ
Summary:
Berlin, 1997.
Shadowheartâs past is hidden behind a veil of secrecy. But she knows this: she is an assassin, and she has never failed a mission. Her newest target is Clara Whitfield, a British PhD student researching dangerous love stories and hiding a painful past.
The assignment should be simple enough:
1. Earn her trust.
2. Make her fall in love.
3. Kill her.
But how is Shadowheart supposed to do any of that when she's never even been on a date?
Then thereâs Clara herself. The more time Shadowheart spends with her, the harder it becomes to remember where the performance endsâand who she might be underneath it.
Summary:
Berlin, 1997.
Shadowheartâs past is hidden behind a veil of secrecy. But she knows this: she is an assassin, and she has never failed a mission. Her newest target is Clara Whitfield, a British PhD student researching dangerous love stories and hiding a painful past.
The assignment should be simple enough:
1. Earn her trust.
2. Make her fall in love.
3. Kill her.
But how is Shadowheart supposed to do any of that when she's never even been on a date?
Then thereâs Clara herself. The more time Shadowheart spends with her, the harder it becomes to remember where the performance endsâand who she might be underneath it.
Hi it's me, creampuff gobbler again, contributing to my pile of shart-art :)
Yes she has dark hair and side bangs so it probably means she did the shar route?? Oh well she looks she could dethrone selune in this one so I don't care <3
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream ch 10 is finally out!
Huzzah! This chapter is a very big and important one and itâs finally done! Yay! A snippet for you after the break:
Shadowheart was alone. She stayed in Wyrmâs Lookout for a while. It was stupid, really, but Shadowheart couldnât make herself move. A tiny voice in the back of her mind convinced her that Elody might come looking for her.
People said that, when you are lost, you should stay in one spot.
In her dreams, the library taunted her. What used to be a sweet place full of memories was now an archive of loss, a constant reminder of what she grieved.
For a few nights, she had sat on the settee, immobile and afraid to move. She had then begun to scroll through every book and map, looking for something.
Anything to prove Elody hadnât lied to her.
Did she really love Shadowheart? Was it all a sick joke?
You deserve to be alone. Who would love someone who has caused such hurt?
The thoughts were Shadowheartâs new friends. They occupied the library and kept her company while she tried her best to endure the memories kept safe in the room. If only she couldâve forgotten! It would have been so much easier to forget.
Another thing that haunted Shadowheartâs nights in the library was fear. If Elody had loved Shadowheart, what might have happened to her? Why had she not met Shadowheart like they had planned?
Love is a lie.
This voice in her mind was often her companion. The others came and went, but this one lingered. It lived somewhere deep in Shadowheartâs spine, and emerged to spit in her face every day and night.
She didnât want to believe it. Shar was the Lady of Lies as far as Shadowheart was concerned. Yet, there was no escaping this one tenet of Sharâs dogma. Perhaps Shadowheart was simply fated to be alone.
It may well have been a form of self-flagellation, but when Shadowheart found the courage to leave Wyrmâs Lookout, she headed eastward, towards Cormyr. Along the way, she saw places Elody had told her about. Elody had shown Shadowheart some sketches of beautiful scenery from the road. Shadowheart spent one evening staring at the night sky on a cliffside sheâd seen in Elodyâs sketchbook.
She could almost feel Elodyâs hand in hers. Yet, the spaces between her fingers stayed empty. There was nobody there to hold her hand. What a stupid thing to have hoped for!
She still picked a sad little flower, already wilting from the emerging winter, and plucked its petals, one by one. The flower gave her no answers as to why Elody hadnât shown.
Shadowheart was in no hurry. She would stay in one place for a while, explore the area, take up what little work she could get from small villages and towns along the way, and move on once sheâd seen enough of one place.
And, in the evening, after saying goodnight to her parents, she hummed Elodyâs tune to lull herself to sleep.