Some doodles of a scene that takes place after Toffee and Juno get back from the Realm of Magic, only to find out that the Call is still in his head and perhaps won't ever leave.

Day 19: Blood

That feel when every time you've ever tried to say she was your daughter you got mocked, doubted, vilified, or brutalized, so eventually you went mute every time you wanted to tell someone.

Guess who should be working on that first chapter but is drawing Seth and Toffee instead? Oh well. At least it's still part of the fic.

"Here in the garden, let's play a game!"

"Another?"

"Yes, another one!

Or, here in the kitchen-"

"Is there a point where this stops being fun?"

But then she smiled, and that's what I'm after. My wife's joyful eyes, my baby girl's laughter.

So: happy to listen. Happy to play. Happily watching her drift away.

So come the weeks where her mind goes on racing, a thousand games at a time.

Then come the weeks where she never leaves bed, and watches the days go by.

And so I wonder, night after night: Does she need my help? Am I doing this right?

Still...happy to play. And happy to stay. Happily watching her drift away.

You keep on turning pages, while the mad race and stare, and the sane mock and glare about you.

And still it takes you ages to see that she's not there...

She's not fully there...

Her mind's not fully there...

It's almost racing on without you.

She finally snapped the day they came, and told us Eclipsa's gone

Without a successor, and won't accept "No" when they say our child's the one...

They...

Need...

Isn't that lovely? Isn't that cool? And isn't that cruel? And aren't I a fool

To have happily failed her

As she went insane

Happily watching her

Drift

Away

Will drop "damn" and "hell" into every informal conversation. Will say "bastard" every now and then. Will only say "fuck" once in a blue moon.

A few sketches for my Disgrace AU!