Dirtysensitive does a lot of sketches from Laguz that never see the light of day online. I love them dearly, though, and really wanted to share this. I got the permission to finish her sketch and post it here. <3 A collaboration of sorts. Ds’ sketch (copyrighted to ds, of course) is below.
I really want to do inktober too, although I can’t get the full amount of days. But some is better than none? So, first of the “digital ink” patch.
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A snippet to accompany dirtysensitive’s wonderful picture. Alternate branch in their story, written by W this time. <3
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The room was dim when Lamonte arrived. No fae lights were set and the candles around the room had ran dead. Only the smoldering remains at the back of the fireplace drew some edges to the darkness.
A quiet creak of the door marked his comings and goings, but the room remained still. Lamonte walked across it with long, silent steps, pulling off the hood and covers of his cape as he did. Small piles of frost and snow on his shoulders had started to turn into little droplets.
Lamonte let his cape fall off as he kneed on the tar wooden bedside.  A pair of yellow eyes opened in the dark to take a hazy gaze on the intruder before closing again, and seconds later Yönsilmä lifted the covers, inviting.
”I’m still cold”, Lamonte whispered softly, only resulting in a small frown from Yönsilmä’s end. The covers rose a bit further. ”Get in.”
Lamonte pondered over it for a second, then proceeded to do as told. He slipped in between the messed sheets and pressed  against Yönsilmä.
”Cold”, Yönsilmä hissed, shivering at the touch of frostbitten fabrics, the metallic buttons, and buckles against his bare skin.
”I warned you”, Lamonte smiled as the draun stubbornly buried himself closer nevertheless. His claws scrabbled the buttons a few feeble times, operating them unsuccesfully.
”Undress”, he commanded, and once again Lamonte followed, taking off the layers one by one.
”Did Madame tell you I’ve come here?” Yö asked, weariness rendering his tone thin.
”Rowan did.”
”You shouldn’t have come”, the draun whispered while, in contrary to his words, snuggling closer to his bare chest.
”How are you feeling?” Lamonte countered, wrapping his arms around the leaner body, one hand burying in the beautiful mess of a hair.
”Frustrated”, Yö grumped, followed by a faint ”tired” a bit after.
”And sick of being embedded down here.”
”Patience”, Lamonte hummed to his ear. ”Want me to lit up the fire again?”
”I have no need for your concern”, Yö brooded, ”nor for your avail on the matter, either. I have extensive resources to take care of the subject.”
”I know you do”, Lamonte hummed, smiling against the heated skin of his cheek.
A snippet to accompany dirtysensitive’s demon!AU of our side characters Lamonte and Yönsilmä (who have yet to appear in the main game, unfortunately).
Yönsilmä’s eventual fall has a theme if you’d like to listen to it. :D
-A.
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Father Yönsilmä had stacked three books on the monastery’s library table, a single candle providing some light and making the golden, decorated anfangs glint in the dark. Their small library of holy and educational texts held old, painstakingly drawn books, some of them popular merely because their carefully illustrated content invigorated the imagination, rather than because of their literary merit. Pseudomonarchia Daemonum might have been one of those, but Yönsilmä hadn’t slept in two days and was growing frustrated in his search. The described demons were abominations, nothing like the man plaguing his sleep and services.
He turned a page, staring apathetically at yet another grotesque illustration of the agents in Satan’s dominion.
He concluded it to be a shapeshifter but there existed several of such type, and none of them had the abilities of this one. The man walked the holy ground without vaporizing, took part in the prayers and sermons and seemed to suffer no negative effects from holy objects such as the cross.
All things considered the man appeared more like an angel. Fallen from God’s grace, his smiles wicked instead of gentle, but carrying the traces of God’s glory still. And Yönsilmä, a mere human, looked upon him and desired with both body and soul.
The lovely dirtysensitive provided us with a sketch of darling Loïc. <3 We’re back to posting - perhaps some new characters make their appearance in the future, too...
Look at this beautiful Iver and cute LoĂŻc dirtysensitive drew! <3 Alternative universe, of course, in honour of Mermay.
Now do be careful Loïc, for there’s a price for that kiss.
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