#post ending

Concept sprites for a Krusie Time-Skip thing I was working on today and wanted to finish before Valentines Day ended, but I sadly ran out of time :(

I hope this is still good enough a sneak peak of what may have been, and I hope some of y'all can make your own stories with it.

Loving you is hard work. Every time I look at the little trembles in your hands, every time I hear the joy in your voice, every time I feel your messy hair curl up against my chest - every time I'm reminded of what I have and what I can very easily lose - what I came close to losing so many times.

You make it look effortless, you always did - carrying the weight of the whole world on your shoulders, running on three whole mugs of tea and one very unhealthy dose of pure spite in your still empty stomach despite my many protests. "It's fineeeee", you drawl out, half asleep.

"Don't stay up so late, the reports can wait.

"Hey, did you remember to eat this time?

"C'mon now, you'll wear yourself out, you're still recovering.

"No, I'm not letting you walk there alone. No, it's not a problem, it never will be, love.

"You know they've had to hire a whole team to go through all the stuff you're turning in? You should take some time off.

I hear a small thud. My heart falls, I know better than to expect the worst, but Hope is not something that comes easy now. It isn't what I think, I hope.

It isn't.

You, in your medicine-induced mandatory rest (God forbid you actually go to sleep on your own), have knocked over the lamp. We need to move this table a bit.