Partial redraw of my old Khamil piece because he deserved a slightly more up-to-date version of my art skills.
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Partial redraw of my old Khamil piece because he deserved a slightly more up-to-date version of my art skills.

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In all honesty... this is probably the best piece I've ever done. Close up for mobile below:
I was debating putting it up here or on main, but it's one of my Númenórean OCs so... I suppose it deserves an explanation.
Still thinking about Khamil, this time from the perspective of his brother's comarades, and just...
So. Your friend falls, and somehow — he is seen, or his body is identified — and then you learn the king's soldiers came for his little brother. I still don't know whether he was waiting alone, increasingly sure Dirên would never return, when they barged in — or if his brother had arranged for some woman to look after him while he was doing his run, and the poor boy had to reassure her, both knowing that it was false “... don't worry, Mistress Marîn, this has to be a misunderstanding...” while he was led away. I don't know if that woman ever forgave herself for not doing something. Anyway —
You learn, and there is talk among you of trying to win him back, because of the horror of it, but also for your own safety — but it was too long ago; you'd have some slender hope of overpowering an armed convoy, but no one, no one can be rescued from the temple itself. So you take this upon yourself and you all go into hiding, and try not to imagine... —
And no one else is taken in the immediately following days. No one's house gets searched, no one is questioned for your whereabouts. You wait, tensely, and you wait — nothing. After a few weeks you decide you are safe and the boy is dead, and breathe a sigh of relief for both those things, and you know, the rest of your life you know that you owe your life to a fourteen-year-old you hadn't managed tried been able to save. And that it should be the other way round, but it is not.
thinking I might have to dock Khamil's age a year or two, and like, yes, he's already really young for... pretty much everything, but — I have a pretty good idea of his thought processes... and they're a child's. I don't think I thought at all like that at fourteen — which is not to say my ideas were anything ressembling mature at that age, but they had that very typical self-conscious pseudo-philosophism to them? Khamil's are honestly too sincere for that.
...I'm wondering how much a rather isolated childhood with next to no contact to peers could account for that, but I don't know if it would, fully. I'd not be the first writer to misjudge what a child is like at what age, but then I'd prefer to avoid that all the same.
Skin to skin bonding!!! Lil man been sleeping right up under me in the womb... now he laid out!! #waunstarr #Untamedwarfare #Khamil #goodmorning #virgos

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