not a lot, just forever. intertwined, sewn together

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love

and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,

and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others

fall: again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

-- Rainer Maria Rilke

(Immer wieder, ob wir der Liebe Landschaft auch kennen und den kleinen Kirchhof mit seinen klagenden Namen und die furchtbar verschweigende Schlucht, in welcher die anderen enden: immer wieder gehn wir zu zweien hinaus unter die alten Bäume, lagern uns immer wieder zwischen die Blumen, gegenüber dem Himmel.)

I’ve tried to redraw the thingy I posted a few days ago and I believe I got the proportions a little better. Not sure about the rest. Scully has freckles now, because I know they make Mulder lose his mind. 😊

I need to thank @evuwus' beautiful art for making me want to pick up my pencils again and @itsb3anbug for a very precious comment on my last attempt that made me realise I wanted detail only on their faces. ❤️