#selfship oc

TYSM!!Ur selfship is so kyuttee gosh i just had to draw them!♡

Today marks the two year anniversary of these two goobers

and Kiwi's two year creation day

---This is Leah (me). She joined the literature club because the art and music clubs were full. It wasn't that the literature club was her last option, but it was., On Monika's recommendation, she was able to join the club without any problems, She was quickly welcomed by Sayori, Yuri, and a pink-haired girl who seemed quite reserved until she saw Leah's backpack, which contained anime pins that made her jump right towards her asking "DO YOU LIKE MANGA?? You and I are going to get along very well'

She wasn't joking ~

Greed.

GREED.

Elissa almost reaches out to touch him. How badly she wants to brush her fingers over his jaw, to kiss his face, to tell her she’s his like they used to. But she stops.

He’s so young.

“….Greed?”

It doesn’t make any sense, but the man—boy—before her looks up at her, recognition registering on his face at the name. He stares at her, then grins, mouth crooked, tusks poking up. “Yours truly, dollface,” he says, with too much sass, turning toward her. He could always be sassy, but not quite like this. It was too impersonal. She thinks he’s scared.

He reaches up to feel the pulse point on her neck, like he always did, like he was making sure that she was real, like he was making sure she was his and she was alive.

She grabs his hand just as his fingertips brush her skin.

“I don’t understand.”

“..What’s there to understand? I’m right here, aren’t I?”

“I just…” She looks him up and down, then back at his face. “You’re so young.”

He lowers his eyes then, frowning. “Yeah. It’s not my body, sweetheart. Can’t do anything about it.”

“How.. how? Why—“ A sob rips itself from her. “I want so badly to kiss you and hold you and— I love you so much, Greed. I love you. I hated not being sure if you were alive or dead, I couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in this terrible world, I couldn’t—“

Greed steps toward her and cups the side of her face in his hand, brows furrowed. “Hey. Hey. Don’t cry, Elie. I don’t want my first time seeing you again to be you crying over me, yeah?”

Nodding, she presses her eyes closed. He raises his other hand to cup her face too, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

“Who was he?” she mumbles, opening her eyes again.

Greed looks taken off guard by the question. Then, like he’s considering not answering. But he relents, huffing a sigh. “Some ambitious brat from Xing. He talks my head off.”

Swallowing, Elissa touches her hands to his arms, sliding them down into the bends of his elbows, pulling them. His hands slide off her face as she pulls his arms off. His brows furrow again, puzzled.

“I can’t… he’s so young, Greed. A child. I can’t.” Elissa looks away, pressing her mouth into a line.

Greed is quiet for a moment. Then he feels his fingers slot between hers, palms to palms. His hands feel different. Smoother, smaller, less callous. Piano fingers. They fit better in hers, but it’s wrong. His hands aren’t languid or smooth, they don’t fit quite right in hers, but that’s what she loved about them. They were different.