Commission for @mandaocity. A cute cuddle puddle. :3c

This project kind of got away from me. But I’m happy with the results.

The lyrics are from Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here,”

I was supposed to do this with Vaughn and Fiona. This is for @rhys-thecompanynerd​ <3

There was sadness in her face as she told him he looked a lot like his father. 

He nodded slowly, feeling the burn again. His father had died in a horrible accident. A horrible accident involvig a midget, two bottles of Rakk Ale, half of a bike, a Rakk Hive and the Common Whipping Scout knot gone horribly wrong.

 Fiona knew. Fiona understood and he finally gave in.

 Sobs left his throat, his eyes went wantery and Fiona stepped up to hug him. 

He closed his eyes but she didn’t. 

Her eyes were fixed on Vaughn who sneaked out behind them and grabbed some munition, a few bits and pieces of money and the item they were supposed to bring back. He gave her a thumbs up as he had anything and left through the window again.

 Fiona pulled back and looked at the man in front of her. 

“You need to be .... so strong now.” she said, he sobbed further, but nodded. “Yeah ...” he agreed. 

“You can do this.” she smiled and for someone that didn’t know her, that was an honest smile. 

With that she retreated and left the man for to his demons. 

As she arrived outside, she breathed trough and got in the car that Vaughn had pulled over.

 “It took me 3 hours.” she said and leaned back, exhausted and wry.

 “You did .. good. Even though that sounded pretty disturbing.” Vaughn mumbled, but smiled slightly. 

She returned the smile, warm and honest.

 “It was. Bounty hunting is weird.”