we do so adore restricted areas, don't we?

i didn't get to quite as many scribbles as i'd hoped bc of life stuff, BUT here's the first one, you can tell i'm a little rusty

“honey in ur mouth when u gave me my name,

Hello again. Time for some new art! I'm still on a dead boy detectives kick. I'm probably going to be here for a while. I'm having so much fun honestly and made some great friends over in a discord.

one of which gifted me and an other person a fic over on A03. which I'm so honoured and like has never happened before. So huge feels for that. you should definitely go read @talyadoodles Merlin AU fic 'We will say hello again, beloved.' if you haven't already (or again for fun. Here's the link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60703264/chapters/155014912

I rewatched the scene where Charles Talks to Crystal and Edwin just is in love and KNEW I had to redraw it the other way around

And Charles just… absolutely refuses to rise to it. Won’t snap back, won’t use any of the verbal weapons Edwin knows he could call on if he wanted to. Edwin can tell he’s upset, Charles’s teeth are gritted and fists are rapidly clenching and loosening, there’s tension in every muscle, but he’s refusing to raise his voice no matter what Edwin does, refusing to hurt Edwin back.

As Edwin keeps going he realizes he can see past Charles’s suppressed anger to the suppressed hurt, which isn’t a surprise, of course, because Edwin knows he’s hurting him, he’s trying to hurt him. He wants to, doesn’t he?

So why won’t Charles hurt him back, damn it?

And Edwin’s voice gets more and more hysterical and more and more incoherent, his razor-sharp pinpoint-targeted stabs turning wild and messy, until somehow he’s on the floor in front of Charles, sobbing, and he realizes all he’s saying now is sorry sorry sorry I didn’t mean to sorry.