Chodark gets a baby… unconventionally

a bunch of avam doodles

   “ You don’t belong here -- how did you find it? “ Palms twist around the cool metal of his blaster that he could almost feel through the thick of his gloves, feeling the material of them rubbing raw against his skin from how tightly he held the weapon ; like a very tether to the ground below his feet.

heh notice how Dark’s deep black goop is outlined by bright red? And how it’s building up on his arm, slowly inching closer to the rest of his body? This is a reference to how no matter how long or often they’re separated for, no matter where their path leads, Dark’s one and only goal upon creation was centered around Chosen and how Dark’ll never unwrap his mind around him, he’s doomed to this unending obsession that’ll hit like a brick wether it’s considered love or hate- oh what? Oh hey a ballistic missile is headed towards my house