#artduo

Behold, Yuri ~

featuring my OC, Alora, and @wynnbellamy 's lovely OC, Clover.

I love them so freaking much oh my goshhh 😭

.... @wynnbellamy help they've consumed me-

I decided to move it to a virtual drawing so I can do color :D

This is only the base layer and obviously doesn't have any shading/background/etc..

here's a part two of the lovely @wynnbellamy 's DDVAU spin off series!!

A bit of a shorter one, but I still think it's a pretty cool.

Love you moot <3

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Art class was no different.

In fact, for Alora, it may have been worse.

She sat at her easel, staring blankly at the canvas before her. It was scarce of any paint or charcoal, representing exactly how she felt at that moment.

She could barely focus; she could barely remember her own name.

There was only one name looping her brain, one name that has kept her up at night, one name that made her heart stutter.

Clover... Clover... Clover...

"Alora?"

Alora let out a gasp, her eyes shooting up towards the kind green gaze looming over her.

"S-sorry Professor Cleo.."

"No need to apologize." Cleo let out a laugh, their gaze moving towards the canvas. Their eyebrows pinched together in mild confusion.

"That's.. very interesting.." they offered a kind smile, attempting to remain supportive but also clearly being lost.

Alora laughed dryly, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I know.. I just- ...I can't think straight." She mumbled, anxiously bitting at the tip of her paintbrush. Her cheeks heated as Clover's face flashed across her mind, trying to ignore that said girl was sitting only a few feet away, casually painting across her own canvas.

Cleo noticed the faint rosey tint crossing Alora's face, an almost knowing look crossing their own.

"Oh, I see."

Alora wasn't sure her face could get any redder if she tried.

"It's nothing," she muttered, dramatically stabbing her paintbrush into the little glass jar sitting at the edge of her easel. "It's just a stupid faze."

Cleo laughed, crossing their arms and tilting their head with an amused expression.

"Are you sure it's just a faze, Ms. Nidra?"

Alora let out a whine, burying her face in her hands.

"I-I don't know! I just can't get her off of my mind! I don't know if it's just some faze or if I really.. if I really... I don't even know! And of course she's completely oblivious to all of it, and I don't want to tell her cause I don't want to make her uncomfortable at all!"

Cleo nodded slowly, their gaze flicking across the students and over to where Clover was sitting.

"...We are talking about Ms. Moon, correct? You two have been awfully close lately."

Alora nodded with defeat.

Cleo nodded once more, reaching over Alora to grab the paintbrush put of the jar that it had been discarded to. They held it out to Alora, raising an expectant brow.

"Well, Alora," they started, "don't compress all of those emotions. Instead, transfer them into your art." And with a smirk, they added: "As the famous artist Vincent van Gogh said: "I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people"."

Alora's heart twisted at the word "love". Nonetheless, she took the paintbrush from Cleo.

"Thanks, professor..."

She stared at the canvas, her hand gripping the brush still trembling violently. Her mind was still racing at a million miles per hour.

Clover... Clover... Clover...

Alora glanced at the paint pallets laying in front of her, biting her lip as she reached towards the green.

Well... better make the most of this nonsense...

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HI!

I rarely post writing cause I'm not great at it, but I wanted to post a short snippet from a story my lovely friend @wynnbellamy is writing!

Make sure to go check it out! <3

Anyways, enjoy the lesbians 😘

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Nightshifts at the Fairy Fort Café were always Alora's favorite.

Sure, to others, they may despise it. Many hate loosing out on sleep, and dealing with tired and grumpy customers is never a pleasant experience.

But to her? It was calming.

The quiet atmosphere, the soft hissing of the espresso machines, and the quiet tip-tap of keyboard keys of students finishing their assignments last minute always seemed to sooth her anxious nerves.

"Just a minute, Mrs. Solis!" Alora called over her shoulder as she prepped a steaming latte. She pulled it out from under the espresso machine, adding a few minor details to the bubbling foam on top, before proudly slapping a lid over it.

She turned back towards the counter where a short women was waiting on the other side. Alora promptly made her way over, setting the cup in front of her with a soft smile.

"Here."

Mrs. Solis offered a quaint nod, murmuring a word of thanks before turning towards the exit.

But just as Alora was going to turn back around and towards her work...

The bell to the cafés entrance rang.

In strode none other than Alora's friend from the university, Cassandra Moon, otherwise known as Clover.

And almost immediately, Alora's face heated.

The way the warm light of the café reflected off of Clover's glossy hair... the soft look in her eyes as she offered her apologies to a man she bumped shoulders with as she walked past... The star-like freckles littering her face like countless galaxies...

She didn’t even realize she was staring until Clover was standing right in front of her.

"Alora?"

Alora let out s squeak that was far to high-pitched for someone her age.

"C-Clover-!" She exhaled sharply, offering a smile and praying that her flush cheeks weren't too noticeable. "What brings you here?"

"Just needed a pick-me up so I can stay awake." Clover, thankfully, didn't seem to pick up on Alora's distress, instead choosing to casually lean up against the counter. Clover furrowed her brow, the freckles on her face growing slightly as she realized what she said may have implyed something, and hastily finishing with: "Y'know, for studying, of course."

"Yeah." Alora wasn't paying too much attention, far to focused on on Clover's mildly anxious face.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence, before Alora finally spoke again."I-I'll get that started for you."

"Thanks." Clover smiled softly, causing Alora's stomach to start doing cartwheels.

Alora smiled weakly, her mind promptly spinning as she started working on espresso with hints of peppermint.

Did her smile look forced? Does she look uncomfortable? Oh no Clover probably thinks she didn't want to see her-

"Here." Alora breathed, her lips trembling with a shaky smile as she held the steaming cup out towards Clover.

The Starlian grinned warmly, reaching towards into her bag that she was carrying over her shoulder.

"Thanks! How much do I owe you?"

"It's on the house!" Alora stammered, sounding far to desperate than she would have liked. Clover, thankfully, just laughed.

"Really? I doubt Joel will like tha-"

"It's fine! Really!" Alora winced slightly as she cut her off. "I get a free coffee every day and I haven't used it yet. This can count towards it."

Clover's expression softened as she, finally, nodded, caving in.

"Alright, but I owe you, okay?"

Alora's face grew hot as Clover reached out to carefully take the cup from her hands, their fingers briefly brushing.

"Yeah.. alright."

"Thanks again, Alora! See you at class!"

"See you!"

Alora didn't stop waving until the door swung shut, the room growing quiet once more. As soon as it did, she slumped forwards, leaning her elbows on the counter and hiding her red face in her hands.

"Ughh.. what are you doing me, Clo..."

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