“One morning, we woke up in an alley. To the smell of urine, alcohol, trash and gasoline, with a dim sense of a notion, we’d held something in our hands, that was bigger than us or God, and we can never touch again.”
— Last Song, Jason Webley
Breaking the art block with another member of the Auld Reekie coterie, Gellart. One of few surviving members of the Thames Tunnel Nosferatu who fell to the Second Inquisition in London, he drove up to Edinburgh with his torpored sire in the boot of his car, a trusty spade, and a name to find: Hollis, the Malkavian.
Style studies are a lot more fun when smashing your favourite video game property (disco Elysium) with you and your friend’s OCs. Gellart belongs to @suddenlyshouting
Painted on Procreate with Scallop Oil Brush. No Ai.
