It popped into my head, and it was too cute not to scribble out. And I've been having so much fun doing quick cheap coloring, so I did that as well.
Heeheheh. I don't know, I just love drawing Mercy with goofy expressions. It suits him. And I love drawing grumpy Cian. It suits him.
So, about Cian's regular clothes (the big yellow coat and swirly shirt)... they're not particularly
meaningful to Cian. They're not from anyone important, and they're not from like a mega-important part of his life. They're just some clothes that he picked up a long time ago. It's just that he's had them and worn them for so long
that they're really like an extension of himself. He doesn't feel right without them (which is why even though they're really old and tattered and should be thrown out, he just can't do it).
Which is too bad because he looks quite dashing all cleaned up like this. MORE ON ETERNALS IS HERE: [link] AND HERE: [link]
How The Universe WorksAt this point, not much surprised Cian. Every planet seemed to be the same; all the people were the same, and the way their histories played out in the grand scheme of time were all the same. Take this world in front of him right now. It was populated by a race of bird-humanoids that worshipped the weather. They were in their infant stages of knowledge, worshiping rather than understanding. They were split into tribes, some friendly with each other, some decidedly not. The people were doomed to fail and fall into war, some tribes would die, or perhaps the whole world would. If they didn't, life continued and perhaps there would be a re
It's A StartThe shift from the bare, dark, silence of space to a bright, warm, forest world used to be jarring for Cian. Now it was as simple as breathing. The forests of Sesmia were soaked in humidity, making Cian's dark curls frizz out and sweat begin to coat his skin. It wasn't unenjoyable, but he knew planets with milder climates. He also knew planets with worse climates, but that wasn't important. Curiously, Mercutio didn't seem bothered by the muggy climate. The humidity made his straight hair a bit wavier, but he didn't look as uncomfortable as Cian knew he had to be. Mercutio still had that silly smile on his face, and he walked with a def
Doesn't It Bother You?"That was marvelous!" Mercutio said, laughing as he and Cian appeared in space.
He hadn't had such a rush of adrenaline in such a long time! It was wonderful to feel alive, truly living, again! After existing for so long Mercutio had a hard time differentiating life from death. He knew he wasn't dead, but sometimes when nothing happened for so long, he began to wonder
"All of the dancing and singing! Stars if I could sing like that," laughed the jovial space elf.
If Mercutio could sing like the Av'ikir (fun fact: he could, he just didn't) he would fill all of space with their songs. The silence, while nice, was too much some
Pencil and CG.
Cian and art (C) Me!