Um. My pencil slipped. Several hundred times.
I could not resist drawing something sappy any longer!
Also I wanted to draw a happier Cian. Cian looks so much better (and younger) when he's happy. <:^)
And I just love Mercutio. I have a thing for doofy smiles. I can't resist them.
Cian's hair seems to be getting longer each time I draw him. Oh well~!
I've got more sappy things in my brain. Several
more. Just have to draw them~!
HAVE YOU READ THE STORY YET?
How The Universe Works
At 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 Start
The 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
Pencil and colorized in PS.
Artwork and Cian (c) Me.