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Happy birthday to meee 🥳
Please like and reblog this, this will the best gift to me ever 🥺💝
I’ve never posted the drawing process before this. Btw picture at the line stage. The moon and sun 🥺
Wee woo sad time. Anyways this took forever to finish and all my bones hurt.
Flowers in her hair
Inteyvats, a soft flower that turns to figurative stone when it’s taken away from its homeland, and can only rest once it’s returned home.
When she returns home, will she also turn to dust? It feels…peaceful. Even the thought of it. To be with Aether again, to have her name called, to rest in familiar warmth and simply be done. Dust, turning and glowing under rays of sun. Home.
But does ‘home’ still exist? She has done so much. She has killed and massacred and tortured and played a role in the end of civilizations. Five hundred years is a long, long time. What will be at the end of the road for her? A field of blooming flowers, like the ones they have always wanted to see, and a gentle rest amidst soft petals? Or is it the feel of metal through her chest, a cold rejection and sharp shards and a brutal shattering once she can no longer hold herself together?
Some nights, she wonders where Aether is, and if he can come back to her. Some nights, she thinks of his face and can’t sleep anymore, for fear of what expression he may have. Home. Stone. Dust.
She can’t allow herself to shatter just yet, no matter how much she may want to.