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i think your art is amazing! you inspire me so much to get better at art and try new things and i love your style. ϵ( 'Θ' )϶ stay safe and healthy!
i’m crying… that’s so cool. thank you for this lovely message, you better do the same!! 🌱
…he probably ate the warlord (he definitely did)
The figure pulsed and bounced and rose in the corner of the room watching Sebastian thinking slowly. The nerves blooming across his body pushing information sluggishly, down like a dull, unfunny slide. It wasn't a fault or a flaw, it was just a process that Jonah saw so many times, it was something humans were going through and that was fine and valid and important. So he was standing there hanged in the moment noting the anger and disappointment, all ranges and hues of emotions but no joy or hope. He smiled sadly even if his face remained veiled.
"I would say" the other took a step forward and then another, shadows twirling to embrace the silhouette dressed in the black suit. "That the will of life is the last thing one can call pathetic. And that fighting to stay over this thin line of life and death is one of the most natural things one can do." the intruder said, calm and collected, finding a place for himself on the chair by Sebastian's bed. Was this chair there before? Was it clean and not hidden under the layers or bottles and old, unkempt clothes? That wasn't essential, especially to the quiet figure. "I'm not death dear one and I am not coming to collect your soul. Do you know that?"
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Sebastian didn’t know what to do, it was as though his entire world was a rug and it had been ripped out from under his feet, sending him spiraling down, down, never to reach rock bottom of the unending pit of darkness. He spent his days in bed, trying and failing to sleep, unless he had passed out at the end of the night before, drinking himself into a coma, waking up, or more often, getting up, around nightfall and going until he finds a bottle of something alcoholic and starting the process over. Jim had been his entire life, and now he’s gone at his own hand and hadn’t taken Sebastian with him the way he had so often assured him he would. Because there is no Sebastian Moran without Jim Moriarty. Just a broken, shell of a man.