#will color eventually

Hi! *waves* I’m new to this fandom, but I think Nightwing is nifty so here he is.

I saw this illustration by Satoshi Kon and loved the pose and said, “What if that, but Nightwing and dramatic falling with symbolic robins?”, so I used it as reference/inspiration. :) I can’t match the original, but I think it turned out well!

Just two big rowdy boys 

Gromkuthar belongs to @mrcubeman

Based on this:

A fanart for the next installment of my fanfiction story, The Dragon and the Horse. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12009572/1/The-Dragon-and-Horse

I haven’t posted it yet - but this is where the story will be heading. 

The pair is around 17/18 years of age. Ryoma has ascended in position/stature. And, as part of the governing body, he and his army(?) travel to a province for a purpose later revealed. It is in this province that he is reunited with Sakuno who is now a priestess. From the picture, it is obvious that their reunion didn’t go well. Anyway, this second installment will be Rated M. 

In this scene, it is evening time when Sakuno slips into Ryoma’s chambers. Ryoma entertains her sexual advances with disinterest; he doesn’t resist. At this point, and in his age and maturity, he’s far from naive. And, when Sakuno thinks he’s at his most vulnerable, when she pulls out the dagger she’s hidden in her kimono, she is surprised by the stoic expression on Ryoma’s face. 

“I suppose time did nothing to quell your hatred.” He tells her, his tone passive as he gazed down at her burning, trembling hazel eyes. 

Sakuno’s hands, the same ones holding onto the dagger, continued to shake. And, Ryoma takes a step forward, the dagger now touching his skin. He seemed unmoved, distracted by the depth of the color in her eyes, by the flush on her cheeks. Drawn by her, yet again, amid all the seasons that passed since their separation, his gaze clouds and he starts to lean in; his senses filled with her warmth, her scent, --her. 

When Ryoma closes the gap between them, capturing her sweet lips in his; the dagger in Sakuno’s cold hand drops on the floor by their feet. And, she tries to stifle the moan in her mouth as Ryoma pushed her against the wall, deepening the kiss. 

Don’t touch Venus!!!

Oh no, I poked my heart....