I’m an open book written in a cryptic dead dialect

And here’s the one I’m the most excited to share. I finished it yesterday ☺️ It illustrates a passage that means a lot to me, because it captures the Caitlyn I fell in love with: fierce without cruelty, gentle without weakness.

Beneath all the discipline and composure lies someone whose love runs incredibly deep. In this moment, the sunlight seems to peel away the armor, revealing a woman who is strong, endlessly devoted, quietly vulnerable, and willing to carry the weight of the world for the people she loves.

Here’s the snippet from the fic :

Then the smell hit her again. Butter. Sugar. Something warm and unfamiliar.

Vi exhaled and pushed herself upright, rubbing her face as she followed the scent down the hall. She stopped at the kitchen doorway.

And damn.

Caitlyn stood at the counter, her back partly turned, barefoot and moving slowly, not in any hurry. She wore a short white silk night blouse, so thin that the morning light shone right through it, making her look soft and almost unreal.

The sun hit her just right, honey-bright, catching on her shoulders, arms, and the gentle curve of her back. The fabric clung in places that made Vi’s belly butterflies take off. She could see the faint outline of skin beneath it when Caitlyn shifted.

She looked different. No longer tense. No longer braced. She wasn’t holding herself together anymore, as if the world would fall apart if she let go.

She was humming quietly as she worked, her hair tied up in a messy bun, a few loose strands brushing the nape of her neck, her movements calm and unguarded.

Vi leaned against the doorframe without meaning to.

God.

It wasn’t just that Caitlyn was beautiful. Vi had always known that. There was something else now, something softer. A weight had finally lifted from her shoulders...leaving her lighter, more at ease, and more herself.

Like she finally felt safe enough to just be.

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The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.

On the seventh day of May in the year of 2016 on hither spot the mighty warrior Ulf hath slain a dragon with his spear.

Had a lot of fun with this! I wanted to bring the tango dip from Chapter 6 of my fic to life after painting it digitally.

Damn, those poses are no joke though🫣

Timelapse and color piece below.

☀️ Summer Love ☀️