#mc apprentice

and so the lion fell in love with the lamb.. 🦁🐑

why did i do this? well, i started sketching it around sep-oct when i had another one of hardcore twilight phases where i just have to rewatch it (again), and call it cringy all u want, but its my guilty pleasure 😹 anyway, i really like the quote in and out of the movie reference and i really thought it fits ashe and lucio on some way, aside from lucio legit having that edward first movie hairstyle up and going already and being pale af I HOPE u enjoyed my lil story of this wonderful moment of creation 🧛🏻

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EHEHEHEHEHEHE MY ACTUAL FIRST ART ON MY NEW TAB CUZ YES

I'm horrible with backgrounds tho hhhh idek how to draw an actual background that's landscapes and all hshshejejs

Also I just drew Amari and Asra dancing back in Nopal after the red beetle incident(? Heehu

Low key proud so pls lemme be till I think otherwise lol

Edit cuz heyheyhey-

So like I changed the background and just,, imma just leave it there-

Last damn edit cuz I'm stewpeed

AMARI HAS FRIKKING FREKLES A LOT AND THATS THE MIST IMPORTANT AND OBVIOUS FEATURE OF THEM YET HERE I AM,,

(Also on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28766469/chapters/73738677#workskin )

He remembers when he first thought of her, . She had come by the palace, along with Nadia’s witch for some errand, and while she didn’t pay much mind to him, he was already curious about her. The Countess seemed to have noticed, given the knowing smirk on her face as both magicians crossed the threshold.

When he heard her name, it sounded like a song that he secretly wanted just for himself. Sweet and strong, with her melodious accented voice greeting him. Though he would never admit it out loud. Valerius knew he wasn’t the overtly affectionate type. Probably why Persephone didn’t mind him, much to his hidden chagrin.

It was the little things that made Valerius start to fall for her. From the way her voice sounded, to the crinkle in her eyes when she laughed, to her amicable nature. He kept the same poker face most of the time when she was in any vicinity, but he could slowly feel that façade beginning to break.

Under the watchful guise of the witch Persephone, he felt exposed. Those hazel eyes, the green hues reminding him of a lively forest and the brown colors a hook into his soul. Over time they were slowly drawn to each other, him to her friendly nature and her to wit and sub-par charm when he wanted to be.

In knowing Persephone, Valerius found himself falling for a witch who had lived through so many experiences in her young life. Traveling the seas, attending festivals, islands and lands he never heard of. He would never deny his feelings, but he would not lay them bare before her yet. Even when she and that witch and outlawed doctor stopped the Devil, he would not bare his heart.

Even when she briefly saw him in his demon form, she looked at him no malice but only pity and compassion. Yet, still he would not bare his heart to her. It consumed Valerius, leaving him awake at nights. He’d rather think only thoughts of her rather than the Devil’s torment when he closed his eyes.

He couldn’t bear it any longer. It weighed heavy on his heart and soul. Even though Persephone never looked at him with malice, the darker thoughts in his mind told him she would never reciprocate his feelings the way he wanted.

Still, he swallowed down his nerves and sought out to put his plan into motion. It would be a relaxing night, one with the finest dishes and wine from all of Vesuvia, and then under the twinkling stars and glow of the moonlight, he would tell her.

Everything seemed to go according to plan, until it came to the end of the evening’s activities. The clever, cunning Consul himself, froze. He felt like a flustered school child when he saw her in the night. The glow of the moon reflecting across her soft skin, and the stars making her eyes glow. Her pink, plump lips smiled in admiration of the garden where she and Valerius dined.

Valerius felt his words caught in his throat like a knot, feeling aggravated. He had a whole speech plan and how he forgets it? He felt like such a—. “Val, love, what’s the matter? You’ve gone pale as a sheet.” Even in his chaotic jumble of thoughts, her soft accent provided some respite, as always. Maybe it was the spur of the moment or the fact that they were alone together, but Valerius soon found himself to her side and took her lips into his.

She tasted so sweet and bitter from the wine, the sweet and spicy scent of her perfume emitting from her clothes, and her soft hands that cupped his face and shoulders. He pore his very being into this kiss, all the soul and passionate love that he held for her. The gentle moans were his only response from her.