Elyscia is, actually, the love of my life. Her design is gorgeous and I really adore the roles she’s played in different Sweet Enchantments routes! Hopefully I’ll be able to do more than just a sketch of her sometime! :D

A Princess, A Prince, And Their Knight

quick meme thing I did with a handful of my OCs (because ya brocc has too many OCs to actually go through ksjhgdkjhdsg)

those listed from Left to Right:

Would Never Stab Anyone: Cho, Oogie, Greteh, Heita, The Purgatory Mailman, Zeni

Would Stab Someone In Retaliation: Atlas, Whick, Charon, Elyscia, Khalida

Yells "I WONT HESITATE, BITCH" First: Adrien, Undis, Gulia, Cyphir, Grom, ?????

Would Stab Without Warning: Mykol, Solos, Tag, DiGi, Surgio

Would Stab As A Warning: DeMortis, Glaucus, Velkoth

Rawkin walks over to his large L-shaped desk in the smithy that served as his office and living storage space and counter all in one, having just returned from his daily morning outing to gather more ore for the smithy’s supply. After tugging off the heavy leather coat he wore whenever he went mining, he moved around to the back and pulls open a drawer, pulling out a water shard and lifting it to his fiery hair, he activates the aether inside to drench his hair and send the water rolling down the back of his neck. Grabbing up a towel, he dries the mane and runs a finger through it tugging it back and releasing a light puff of fire aether to give it the volume he normally has. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes after this that he noticed the tiny bucket with the flask and the letter.

Reaching out, he pulls it closer to himself before picking up the letter. 

“I made you something to say thanks for all the breakfasts. I’ve actually had some fun hanging around with you. And you’re a pain in the ass. Can you guess the lie this time? Hint: They’re all truths.”

Smiling and shaking his head, the reference to them playing two lies and a truth the other night made it obvious as to who it was from. Lifting the flask up out of the bucket as well, the metal was a cold as the hills of Coerthas, thanks to the multitude of ice shards. Licking his lips, he unscrews the cap. Lifting it to his lips and taking a small sip, his eyebrows bump up. He pulls the flask from his lips, looking at it. Damn, that wasn’t just not bad, that was delicious. He’d have to ask the bartender in training what it was when next he saw her, hopefully it would be soon.