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I finally feel like i got a decent basis off of which to build proper pic of Gavlin it will take work, but now i have something i can tweak to do it, getting here is always one of the biggest hurdles to drawing for me, so hopefully after allot of ours i will finally have a proper image of one of my precious creations to show off,
So, little attempt at comic stuff :3. I’ll be putting what the text says under a cut in case it’s still hard to read. Unfortunately this isn’t as high res as I’d like it to be but it was either do this or end up splitting an already short comic into two posts and eh this works, it’s an experiment anyway X3.
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(Angel’s Hill)
(Simon walks through the foggy cemetery, all graves say “Belmont”.)
(He stops at one. The grave also says “BELMONT” on the top in bold lettering, but the bottom section is worn and only the names “Christopher” and “Cyncia” are readable.)
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(Simon begins speaking, somberly.)
“It’s been a while since last I came to visit. I’ve been…
…reflecting on things lately—
too late— but about what happened then that day and now… well…”
(He hangs his head, shadows of his hair covering his eyes.)
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
(Simon looks away to the side towards the cliff’s edge for a moment.)
“I—”
(The waves are fairly calm below.)
“I won’t be coming back anymore. I came to apologize, say goodbye.”
(He reveals a blackened, shriveled, scarred hand from his cloak.)
“I think my time is getting near, it’s getting worse… again…”
“Everything has these past months, or years really… the townspeople, the nightmares… and this… this… sickness.”
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Yeah so that’s it so far, not too many events happening, but it’s based on like a single line or so of the Japanese manual story. I’m kinda considering almost having like all of CV1 be a quick prologue cause it’s important context for story things I wanna do later. Simon’s story is both simultaneously comparatively short, but also somehow a lot (TwT ).
-`. @deathburns continued from here !
Downy wings slowly beat the warm air, kept her aloft before him as hands twisted and unwound, guided by the nervousness coiled around her throat. Any notion for the guarded stance demanded of being so near to a demon, an extremely dangerous one at that ( she remembers all too well, the fires of destruction consuming her home, baleful look piercing as poisonous rage thunders ), seemed non existent.
She knew he noticed. How could he not ? Perceptive as he was, the celestial didn't even try to keep warring misgivings buried. This close he could easily strike her down with little more than a thought of consideration, but... she wanted to try. Test the depths of these uncertain waters and see if their carefully cultivated friendship would allow such a move to exist within it.
The first embrace as a whole had been tentative, unsure of the reaction such an act would elicit from the demon. The way he immediately withdrew from her presence intruding further on his space as arms reached out almost made her second guess again. Only the raw intensity of the astonishment and confusion scrawled across perplexed features stopped her from abandoning this altogether ( rather than the disgust or discomfort she wagered might appear despite it all, would it sting if that's what flickered through his eyes then, all sharp thorns digging into soft skin, warding off a threat / danger / her ? ), pushing her forward with more confidence. She still could do this. Limbs braved the challenge of settling themselves around his neck, and he shifted again, drawing out a tinge of frustration. If only he’d just stay still !
Amazingly, incredibly, it’s not rejection awaiting her, but wholehearted acceptance.
His laughter emerged akin to the sun breaking through the cloud cover, her inquiry a key opening the floodgates. A gentle warmth rather than a violent scorch. How could someone look robbed of breath yet convey the highest of spirits ?
What a sight it is ! It's her turn to watch in stunned silence, so enraptured by the startling ( but positive, everything she hoped for ) change. The effortless twirl ruffled the tips of her feathers and the sensation of digits tenderly carding through silver tresses hardly registered beyond a faint tingle. Welling emotion softened the sharp edge of his gaze. Dulcet tones radiated wonder.
He called to her, spoke of how wrong he was, asked her to stay here in this village / stay with him.
Said he did better as part of a team.
( perhaps, what she lacks in, here is clarity. fails to grasp the scope of what he's requesting or perceive the magnitude of change. doesn't realize the affection delicately wreathing his words nor see the seeds of his care for her sprouting into something entirely new )
❝ Huh ? You want me to stay... ? ❞ So suddenly too. A whiplash in subject that's hard to follow. Brows furrowed as the words sunk in deeper, head tilting askew as she searched for his rationale. Teammates, they're of great importance to him. She understood that from the way he spoke of his own. Knew he's still reeling from their loss.
❝ ...Alright. I don't mind having this village be where I stay as long as I'm down here. I still have to do my job though. ❞ Up until now she only passed through on an infrequent basis. Rooting herself in one spot defeated the whole purpose of why she came down here... didn't it ? He's aware of that, and it's not as though he typically strayed very far from this location. Accompanying her was likely out of the question, so maybe this could work as a middle ground. ❝ I know it keeps me busy, but I'll work to be around as much as I can for you. Teammates stick together, right ? ❞