All I wanted, all I wished for, was a happy ending. A happy ending. A fucking happy ending. I’d like to not die. I’m afraid, I’m afraid of dying, I’m afraid of ceasing to be, I’m afraid- It’s not something I have accepted yet, and it’s not something I want to do. I’m terrified. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks, dreaming about the end, and it’s painful, and it hurts, and I’m afraid, and I don’t want to, I don’t want to...
I finished an art I had lying around for a year!! It’s from a scene from some writting I did about Ailanthus and Vor’kalth/Veth’shal. The context for this picture is that Ailanthus -after a year-long depression and losing himself in alcohol- was found by Vor’kalth, who helped him to get back in his feet and asked him to do a favour.
The reason for it, is because Vor’kalth had taken the decision to fight his master, which (as Vor’kalth knew) would end in his own death. This was the scene where he did break and confess he was scared of dying, and yet, it was a decision he wasn’t going to change. Ailanthus and Vor’kalth had never been close, as their tie was just the fact the two of them were close to Dyospiros ( @blacksanz’s bab), so the hug was a bit sudden for both of them. (Also, that tombstone there is fake, it was a memorial Ail did to his brother. Drama drow!)
