not done painting these two
Sorryyyyy
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sorry not sorry I couldn’t resist this clown make me feel feelings :0
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“The Workman’s New Clothes” by Philip Gladstone
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Marius and Armand The Phantom of the Opera version
(Commission)
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quit bringing skeletons to bed and throw me a bone.
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There was no creature below or above the ground that drow wouldn't hate, not even their own kind that was unlucky enough to be born in different House. More so they hated elves. With undying passion drow despised them. Yet it was far from the first time Sen'ess noticed how his hand, as if driven by the will of its own, laid upon slave's head, fingers running through his soft hair. No hatred he felt: not now nor before. He had felt interested. And now... he knew no name that would suit what he felt now. Instead he thought of how precious were the moments when half-elf's chest heaved. How beautiful he looked with red blossoming where the ropes were. It didn't escape Sen'ess how he curled upon himself. As if it would help, keep him hidden from the cruel world. As if anyone could miss this spark of light in the Underdark.
Gently so to not disturb his sleep, he covered the half-elf with a blanket. Even rest like that he needed painfully so. No matter how uneasy it was: mixed with quiet sobbing and shivers running through his body. If he could not regain a little strength... Sen'ess couldn't finish this thought. It was uncomfortable. Uncomfortable even for the one who learned no value for his own life.
(author - @eternal-fear)
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