[ID: a digital greyscale drawing of darrow and fjord from critical role. fjord is leaning over darrow’s shoulder and nuzzling into his face, with one hand in darrow’s braid. darrow has one hand holding the back of fjord’s head and is looking fondly at him with a blush on his face. /end ID]
i haven’t had time to just sketch something in ages, and i’ve been wanting to do a billion gay things. but now! i just finished a thing for a project which means its Gay Sketches Time!! and boy i love fjord/darrow and have wanted to draw them since the fighting and spa episodes.
I point to a massive black stallion with hooves that paw the ground. “I’ll take that beast.”
Matteo smiles. “This one is more your speed.”
Matteo gives me a pony. A big pony, but a pony. […] I do not take to riding well. […] Someone laughs in the distance, a girl with long hair. She rides the stallion I pointed to earlier.
“Maybe you ought to stick to the city, Pixie,” she shouts at me, then kicks her horse away. I rise from my knee and watch her ride into the distance. Her hair spills out behind her, more golden than the setting sun.
Lysander: One by one, the titans of my youth disappear, and freed from their shadow, I do not feel liberated. I feel bereft. Nothing is permanent. No one escapes.
Cassius and Darrow, two minutes later, escaping Mercury:
