I realised I never drew anything for my fic. Besides the character sheets that is.
So, I somehow managed to do a full colour artwork for my longfic Shining Ambitions veiled in Dust! And I’m happy I did ;w; In case this inspires you to check out the story of 1900 perfume house heir Noctis and bar owner Ignis, please go ahead and take a look. I poured my heart into it.
Also, @ebonyphotographs is writing a sequel based off the main series so in case you liked it, you might want to check out their work too.
I love those two and it has been a long time since I really liked a work of mine ;w; ❤
It’s naught but vanity, he knows, after the passage of so much time and the loss of so many precious souls, to look in the mirror and begrudge the reflection. Or aspects of it, at least.
Most days he wears his scars like badges of honor; the nick to his right brow a medal of valor, the chip to the bridge of his nose a trophy, each little gauge to his left eye an epaulet. He runs his tongue over the split in his lower lip when in complete solitude, as though he can taste victory over a wretched fate.
But today, and on occasion, he’s exhausted in mind and body, quite tired of the occasional stare which begs attention, reflection. An explanation here, a genial No apology necessary there. His scars come with a great story, the retelling of which can be an unforeseen burden.
When Noctis catches Ignis frozen in the mirror, a distant look of distress wrinkling the skin between his brows, it only takes the gentle, blessed weight of his palms on either shoulder. The kiss pressed to mousy tresses is a boon.
“I think you’re beautiful,” he says softly into his adviser’s ear, turning to leave golden glory in his wake.
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