#anywee

“Get. Up,” Villain said. “You’ve suffered bigger wounds. And if you don’t get up, I’ll destroy anything that’s left of this world.”

Villain took a breath. “Please,” they said. “Please get up. Please don’t die on me.”

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Henchman slowly propped the window open with their very own sandal. It was a bit difficult to slide between the thin crack in the window but Henchman would manage. And anyways, the sun was just now rising. There was no way Hero could be woken up at this time in the day.

“I hope this isn’t your sly plan to kidnap me.”

Nearly falling out of the window, Henchman’s head snapped up, only to find Hero standing in an open doorway with a cup of- well, Henchman could only assume it was coffee.

“How did you- why...” Henchman turned to face the brightly glowing red sun, then faced Hero again. “Why are you even awake?!”

“I’m always up this early.” Hero shrugged, taking a sip and making their way to their bed. They were still in their morning robes, at least, and not dressed like a grandmother in the early AMs. “Did you and Villain just...assume I’d be asleep at this time?”

Since I've been trying to get better and more comfortable with lineart recently, I've been doing a lot of black and white stuff, which is fine with me, because I think black and white drawings are neat. XD

But I think I'm finally starting to see an improvement in my work! I'm really happy with how this one turned out. ^^ (though it was stressful in parts, eheh, lineart always scares me ...) But it was fun.

I imagine there being lightning in the sky. That purple/blue lightning that lights the sky for a moment too long, and booms a little too late for comfort. I imagine an angry teen is speaking- wanting something out of life. Anything more than something so ordinary as what they are living in that moment of such a disastrous storm. I imagine the person they are talking to is trying so desperately hard to give them hope. 'We'll go on trips' they say, but nothing will work. Road trips aren't going to defeat the melancholy of not existing in a fantasy such as 'forever.' I imagine this scene and I imagine the person talking is afraid of death- Death is their greatest phobia. Because as difficult as life can be...nothing is scarier than the possibility of having no life at all. For 'forever' is a fantasy. Who is to say the afterlife isn't a fantasy, too?