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Please put your hands together for the Grand Couturier of 2023!

I’ve had this comic burning in my head for almost half a year I just had to get it out

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"And who the fuck is this?"

Ysalys' voice booms out through the office, the sheer volume of it making the smoke of his cigar swirl around his head. It was impressive, really, in it's own way. The smoke itself was a neon blue, puffing out of his nose and mouth like he was a dragon incarnate, backlit with pink neon spilling in from the office windows. Pink neon that not only highlighed and threw the ghastly canyon of a scar that jerked this way and that across his face in sharp relief, but dappled over the figure of the troll that knelt before him.

Beside the troll, Bhoren stood as stoic as ever and her hand gripped tight around the curve of the captive's horns. "The rat, sir," she clips out, jagged teeth peeking out with every word. "We found her in the accountant's office. She didn't get far." There's the squeak of leather gloves as Bhoren grips a little bit harder.

You, however, don't say a word. You were behind Ysalys, all draped in silk dresses and jewels dripping from your body and hair like the rain dripped down the windows outside and oh-so-carefully pouring out a glass of whiskey from a decanter. Why would you speak after all? You were just a courtesan, a pretty piece that sits in the background and stays silent. What did you have to give to the conversation?

As it turned out, quite a lot. After all, Ysalys was just your decoy, a puppet for you to pull from the sidelines and he knew it.

Glass in hand, you saunter back over to Ysalys' side even as his face twisted into a grimace. It's what he'd call a smile, and you perch yourself up on the armrest of his recliner. "A rat," He sneers, taking the glass from your hands. Your free hand slides up his shoulder and to his back, your fingers stroking at the back of his shaved head, behind the split stumps of his horns cut through by scars. "And why shouldn't we squash it yet?"

Because I want to see who she's working for, you tap out gently against the skin of his skull. Let's let her make her case before we kill her.

Ysalys gets the memo. He fixes the troll in front of the two of you with an expectant look, grizzled brows lifting and a gust of cigar smoke pumping out of his nose.

i drew silmae last year for @warrentrolls ‘s birthday, so i figured i should do it again this year! i didn’t really push myself artistically this year, but it’s still a lot different from the old one. and she’s transparent for once so you can plop her around :3 

“Can you be sad over things that you can’t even remember?”

A BLEATED BDAY GIFT FOR @warrentrolls OF DOGTOOTH!