A few of the pieces from my current batch of commissions! Still got a few requests I need to make a start on after these, but been having a lot of fun with this batch so far! :D
(Characters featured each belong to their respective commissioners)
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Decided to finally draw a horse I’d been lowkey eyeing for an eventual fanart, @seabreezy‘s SombraLuna NG boy, Pyrinos.
Gib me edgy bbys I draw them. xD So yeah, did up a bust of the boi so I could get something drawn today and figured why the hey not the stallion with the flowy flowy hair.
By happy chance or mysterious accident, Lance finds himself entering the unappealing shop labeled with a rotting sign in the window that reads “Enchanted”.
What he sees is messily packed bookshelves filled with aging literature, the lights dimmed low, and the air filled with dust particles like fallen snow.
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Not just because it was finally a time for rest, the day slowly but surely coming to a close, but because it meant that the world grew drowsy, falling into a gentle snore of white noise that helped lull him to sleep. Even though nightmares of the war and his time in Iraq still frequented his dreams, he found them far less intense than when he’d first gotten back.
It had been months since then, and the nightmares have since dwindled to a few scattered over the week, rather than multitudes every night.
He doesn’t think he could give the softness of the night all the credit, though.
The light in the kitchen switched off, it’s distant glow fading to black almost immediately before the smaller, white light of Lance’s phone took it’s place. It bounced around as its carrier made his way towards Shiro’s bedroom, and when he slipped in, he closed the door behind him and turned off the light.
Shiro sighed as the other made his way expertly onto the bed, sliding into the covers next to him and wiggling into his side. It made him chuckle softly under his breath, and he easily slid his whole arm under and around his partner. Shiro let his eyes fall shut as a gentle smile graced his lips when Lance hummed contentedly into the hollow of his shoulder.
Minutes passed quietly, both falling into a gentle rhythm of inhale and exhale. The soft tips of thin, piano fingers drew abstract designs over his shirt, leaving a trail of fuzzy tingles in their wake.
“Shiro?” Came the hushed voice below him some moments later, fingers still figure skating over fabric.
“Mm?” He hummed in reply.
There was a little movement of Lance shaking his head, “Mm, never mind.”
“What is it, babe?” He whispered, moving his hand from Lance’s shoulder to curl it over the brunet’s head, pale fingers carding through soft swaths of hair.
“Why did you pick me?”
Shiro opened his eyes, but only saw darkness, “What do you mean?” The fingers dancing over his abdomen faltered for a moment, before picking up their dance, albeit a little slower.
“Like, you had Keith to help you when you came back and needed help.” Lance’s breath tickled Shiro’s skin where his tank top sleeves hung low. “So why me?”
Shiro hummed in thought, almost comically so until he felt Lance poke at his side with a huff, making him chuckle, “Keith’s my little brother. It’s different.”
“Okay, but like, why me?”
”Well, a lot of reasons.”
“Like what?”
“You’re funny, you’re so comfortable to be around, even with strangers. You’re approachable and understanding, and you know when to take things seriously and when to blow them over with a joke.” Shiro turned a little bit so he could look down at Lance, and could barely make out the outline of his irises as the tan-skinned male tilted his head back to look up at him.
Shrio smiled, “You’ve got a cute, little upturned nose-” Lance wrinkled it in disagreement at that. “-and constellations of freckles all over you that I could trace for hours and it would bring me down from the strongest panic attack.” He moved his prosthetic hand over to cup Lance’s cheek, thumbing over the scattered blemishes that decorated the brunet’s cheek as he giggled. “And you’ve got the entire ocean tucked away inside your eyes, deep and mysterious and bright and inviting.”
He paused, using his fingers to slide under Lance’s chin and tilt it towards his face, “And I love the way you look at me.”
He could just tell Lance was smiling at him when he replied, “You big sap.”
He smiled right back, though.
“I learned from the best,” before he leaned down and pressed those smiles together softly, both growing wider against each other.
The day was warm, the sun was out, and every cloud in the sky had scattered to the horizon, leaving only a massive expanse of blue silk above them. Lance smiled at it, breathing deeply as he walked beside Keith, fingers slipping in between his. He felt more than saw the dark-haired male glance over at him, but Lance just turned his smile the the sidewalk before them.
He was glad he decided to wear a tank top and shorts, the sun glazing his skin caramel and slowly turning his boyfriend’s a peachy pink where it was exposed from a similar outfit.
The breeze ruffled his choppy brown locks, and he actually had to reach up to card his bangs out of his eyes - he really needed a haircut soon. Las time he’d let it get too long, Keith had teased him for weeks about having matching mullets. Granted, Keith had outgrown his mullet about a year ago and was now sporting a rather voluminous ponytail. It swung idly behind him with each step, side to side, and it made Lance’s smile grow marginally wider.
A glimmer caught his eye as they passed another road and he trailed them down the street. There was a buzz of noise and catchy, park music, and Lance found himself slowing down when he realized what it was: a carnival.
He felt a tug on his hand, and Keith’s confused voice filtered over him, “Lance?” There was a huff when Lance didn’t respond immediately, “Hello, earth to Ramirez, come in Ramirez.”
“Copy that, Houston. This is Ramirez, over.” Lance turned to look at the other with an amused smirk, and Keith rolled his eyes at him.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because there’s a carnival in the park at the end of the street!” The tan-skinned boy replied excitedly, turning back to look down the road again.
Keith’s gaze followed and he sighed softly, “Babe, carnivals are just money leeches that lure suckers cheap toys and overpriced, fried food.”
“Exactly! It’s so much fun!” He turned back to Keith, slipping on his best begging face. Wide eyes, pinched and upturned brow, jutting out his bottom lip just the right amount with a little tremble.
“Lord, please tell me how to say no to this,” Keith groaned, even as Lance whooped and tugged him across the cross-walk and towards the buzz of lights and crowded vendors.
