#evered

RED: Once. In Monopoly.

guess who’s gonna try and do ytehse trash dragons’s story again at nsome point?

there he is, the trashboi for day two of inktober digital style

mmmmMMM TOCUH MMMEEEMMEEE

Faffed about and made a sample sorta thing for Evered. I might fiddle with it more but ye.

“It’s raining...” He hadn’t even patched himself up. The bastard. Mischa only let him in so he could make sure they wouldn’t get some horrible infection form Evered’s lack of self preservation. It was always jarring, seeing him. He never knew how Evered just knew where he was. Would follow him from city to city, town to town. In a way it was strangely comforting. He’d be able to stay alive since he’d always come over for the weather. For bandages. For rubbing alcohol. The threat always persisted though, of him fulfilling a promise made. Today though, he just sat and watched the drops hit the window like the world’s most dangerous house cat.

So uh....someone kept wenating to kiss Evered in a skype chat so...HERE Y’GO BBBBUUUUDDDYYYYY