The house was rarely empty – Pheobe stood in the golden light spilling through the windows and smiled faintly. The house was empty and silent, warm and expansive. There was nothing but tranquillity and so she had to break it. Just a little. Silk and chiffon skirt hissing, she sashayed to the covered piano and pulled the lid up, letting her elegant fingers trail a tinkling journey across the keys. It was wonderful to hear them ring out into perfect silence. Like the illicit pleasure of being the first to leave a footprint in fresh snow.
Or leaving lipstick on perfect white linen.
Rolling her soft shoulder, Pheobe played out a simple jingle. Upbeat and sparkling, it was the kind of thing she and Constantin had played, or had others play, at parties. Not the formal compositions of the court. Something with a little more life. Then, as if on their own volition, her hands slowed and started to play a smooth, staggering love song. She couldn’t remember the story that went with it. Something terribly tragic, she supposed, where the princess loves the guard captain and he’s sentenced to death by a jealous prince. Or where the serving girl gives up her life for the king who doesn’t even know her name.
There were a million love songs on the continent, and few of them were happy. But the music was sweet, and for all she was a grown woman, she felt a girlish thrill when she played them. Something about the music and her body at the piano felt like elegance – as if her hands were saying ‘gosh, aren’t we sophisticated’ with every note. She stopped and giggled, shaking her head in a way that sent blonde tresses tumbling around her shoulders.
“You play well.”
The voice was so unexpected that, for a moment, she had no concept of who it could belong to. Pheobe whirled, heart hammering in her throat, and then sighed,
“Captain Vasco, do you simply walk into the private domiciles of all the women you know, or am I the only person to have that dubious honour?” The words were undermine by the quiver in her voice. Vasco simply smiled and bowed, removing his hat. The tan skin of his face was a little red… sunburn, or perhaps something more immediate in nature.
“I did knock, lady, but you were too engrossed to hear me.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have entered,” she snapped, body humming with the acute mortification that only comes when someone is caught unaware. Vasco nodded and turned without speaking, “wait! No, I… I’m sorry Vasco, come in.” She stood and pushed the stool under the piano, “I was just shocked, how are you?”
“No, you’re right. Truth be told, I heard the music and I was curious. I didn’t know you could play… certainly not so well,” he said, almost with a wistful air, “I love music.” Pheobe tilted her head, awed by the vulnerability in his face,
“Would you like me to teach you how to play a song?” She asked, voice firm but soft. Vasco’s eyes widened, then a grin spread across his face slowly but surely,
“I would. Very much,” he curled his tongue around the words almost hesitantly, as if tasting them. As if it was too good to be true. But when she extended her hand to him, he took it without waiting only to blush when he realized she had been about to beckon him. The laughter that spilled out between them broke the tension and brought the world back into line with itself. “I would like that, De Sardet,” he said, “very much so.”
“Then come over here,” Pheobe said turning away before she added, “after you take off those filthy boots.”
This is so incredibly sweet and vdbshxhzhvzhxvzgzhsvshachzjaj
I simply love how Pheobe is so arrogant and huffy and at the same time so fuzzy inside ahahahahahaha and how she is all alone once again, since it’s almost always the case. You wrote it so well ;w; I am in aweeeeee
And Vasco being just a soft boi uwu She gonna teach him how to play the pianoooooo maybe they would even sing together vsvsgsczhvzhsvajja the imagination!! I simply love it, thank you soooo sooooo much, it’s so utterly precious and lovely, I feel so touched aaahhhhh ♥️♥️♥️♥️
This fic is part of a commission for the wonderful @merruschka,featuring her wonderful Pheobe De Sardet and Captain Vasco. This stunning artwork depicts Pheobe and Vasco (and was created by Merruschka!) Part 1 is Here.
He took his time. From San Matheus to Hikmet, Vasco’s silence was a weight on Pheobe. Her back prickled when they were walking, and as she turned his eyes would slide away. The urge to open the subject herself was strong, but not as strong as the confused hurt in his eyes. Something in the file had thrown Vasco in a way she could not account for, in a way he seemed unable to communicate. When they returned to New Sérene, the group scattered, as it tended to, and left her to wallow in the pristine solitude of her town house. From time to time she would stop mid-step, mid-page, mid-something and be rocked by the image of Vasco seeking comfort in the Coin Tavern, or barracks… or worse still in the arms of Aphra. That woman still glowered at Pheobe as if it was her fault that he had turned away from her,
“Perhaps if she spent any time on her looks…. No that’s not right,” Pheobe muttered and then sighed and shook her head, “no.” She said it aloud once more – it was unworthy of her. Aphra was a beautiful woman, a determined and clever woman who had surprising kindness and depth. It was no-one’s fault that she and Vasco had failed to work out, of course, but it was easy to see why he had been smitten with Aphra at first. Pheobe clenched her fists for a moment and pushed the jealousy away. With determination, she placed herself at the piano to seek solace in the music. The notes flowed from her fingers, at first she played a familiar, well-loved piece, but it started to change and twist, becoming sadder, deeper. More complex. The world narrowed to the sound and feel of the music and the quick, clever movement of her fingers. As the song came to a close, a gentle sound caught her attention; Vasco was standing at the door, body tensed as if he felt awkward in his own skin.
“Forgive me,” he said, “I did not-”
“No,” she said and stood, “no need to apologise, you know how I love to have an audience.” He smiled and inclined his head, “did you enjoy my performance?”
“I did, very much so,” he said, eyes sparkling as he gave her a boyish grin. Pheobe flushed and looked away, touched the place where her mark stood out, slightly raised on her skin. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said after a few tense moments, “about the information you found for me.”
“Yes, of course.” She drew him further into the room and sank into the plush seating, “do you want something to drink?”
“No… I… yes, please.” He gave an apologetic smile. Pheobe crossed to the sideboard, aware of the sway in her hips and the loose, light fabric of the dress that swirled around her legs. The decanter of wine clunked when she set it on the table. Vasco’s hand seemed to dwarf the glass; a scar on his knuckle came into sharp relief. How would it feel under her lips?
“Léandre D’Arcy,” he said suddenly, “that is my name. I was right. That is a noble name is it not?” Pheobe blinked, jerking a little, as her reverie was broken and the familiarity of that name sent electricity through her.
“Ah… yes,” she said, but her face must have said more. Vasco leaned forward and raised a fine brow,
“De Sardet?”
“I… I have met the D’Arcy’s… I did not know that they had given up a son to the Nauts.”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” he said, “these things were kept quiet for many reasons, particularly to prevent young Nauts from running away.” He leaned back in his chair and stared at her for a few moments, “what are they like?”
“Your family?” He nodded, “well, the Earl D’Arcy is a very serious, cautious man. I liked him, for all I knew him. He was clever and did not like to boast overmuch… his wife is, was, less circumspect.”
“Was? Is she dead?” A look of sadness flitted across his face,
“The Earls first wife died many years ago, his second is still alive as far as I know. There were rumours that he had a child with his first wife but… well since there was no child, they fizzled out. Now it makes sense,” Pheobe said and splayed her long-fingered hands on her lap, “I never met his first wife, but the new lady D’Arcy is very beautiful. And very vain and frivolous in the way that many noblewomen are. She never had any responsibility because her father had many sons and her husband had many brothers, so she was very young in her mind…” she bit her lip, “there is another thing, however.”
“Yes?”
“You have a brother, a half brother, if the D’Arcy’s I know are the same as the ones in this file. Bastien, he is called.”
“A brother,” Vasco said with wonder, “what was he like?”
“Not half the man you are,” Pheobe replied and looked down at her hands, “he tried to court me, but I turned him away.” Her eyes darted up to look at him from under her lashes. There was a certain thrill when she saw that his face was hard, as if the idea displeased him. “He was… effete and irresponsible. He gambled too much and drank a lot, and was notorious for… leaving serving girls in trouble. Handsome enough, but not a pleasant or honourable man.”
“I see.”
“I am sorry, Vasco.” Pheobe grimaced,
“No, if it is the truth then you should say it.” He linked his clever, scarred fingers together and sighed, “I would still like to know more… would you take me to see Lady Morange? She will speak to you.”
“Of course, we could go now if you like?” She asked and his face blanched, “or after we have a few more glasses?” He nodded with a shy laugh,
“Yes, please… forgive me, I am not comfortable with nobility.”
“Ah, is that why you act as though you’re angry with me,” Pheobe teased, “I thought you were still angry that I called your ship a boat.” Vasco snorted and shook his head,
“No, I was… I was a fool Pheobe,” he said her name, perhaps for the first time, easily and gently, in that smooth, sweet voice of his, “I thought you were like all the others, and I am only now realising the magnitude of my foolishness. You are not at all like other nobles.”
“Well that’s not entirely true.”
“Ah, well perhaps you’re a little like them… you’re certainly proud enough.” His gaze was wicked, and she fancied he had almost winked at her, “and a little prone to vanity,” he teased, raising a hand in defence as she made an offended sputtering sound, “but you are kind and warm and fiercely loyal,” he added, “you care… and I…. knowing you makes me wish more than ever than I had the chance to know my… family.”
“Do you regret being given to the Nauts?” Pheobe asked and tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. Vasco swirled his wine, finished the glass and then leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees,
“Yes and no,” he said, “I do not… I have lived a good life, I enjoy being who I am, and yet I cannot say that I was not deprived of certain things. Motherly love, for example, and the chance to have a childhood – Naut children do not play, they learn and they work. I could have been enjoying a lavish childhood, but instead I was scrubbing decks and tarring hulls until my hands bled.”
“I am sorry for you, Vasco… but if it makes you feel any more positively, it’s not an uncomplicated life of ease to be born noble. Even the most vacuous, stupid specimens are… we’re breeding cattle,” she said suddenly, viciously, “if my uncle and mother had liked Bastien well enough, I would have had little choice but to marry him. Luckily for me, Constantin insisted I be given a position with him so I am free to enjoy life a little more… at least for now. at least for now. Here I have a better, more… here I can have a life that is not defined for me solely by others. That will no doubt change, one day.” When she looked up, those hazel grey eyes were fixed on her – Vasco had a look about him that was indecipherable, but there was an edge of something hard that she recognized, anger perhaps or disgust,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA the scene with them in the caravan Perfection, I dunno what you have Pheobe, sitting between sacks of potatoes and a snoring captain to cuddle to is super romantic :’D
Poor Vasco, getting her arse shown onto him permanently lol Oh gosh I am cackling
I love how you depicted that arrogant, sassy attitude of hers, it fits her so much, that pouty and huffy princess
And awwwww that kiss was so gentle and sweet ;w; It made completely up for that caravan and the fact she was laying on leafs with a fire at her back :’D But I can imagine them just finally giving in, having this more of a goodnight kissing uwu
To wake with a ton on top of you made it hilarious again :’D Vasco you maybe slim but you know those muscles and your height still add to a bunch of weight, but you are laying the princess flat like a pancake I love the image. And shhzhagzhzhzhzhjahsjajqhhzjsjw WHY DID IT HAVE TO END lol zjhshzyzjsysjsgsjgzqkhsjazjajzgjzjwvskzja Thank youuuu for all the emotions aaahhhhhhhh
This fic is part of a commission for the wonderful @merruschka,featuring her wonderful Pheobe De Sardet and Captain Vasco. This stunning artwork depicts Pheobe and Vasco (and was created by Merruschka!) Part 2 is Here
Warm, sticky light and low burning candles – every night of Pheobe’s life had been the same for months. Nothing was simple on Teer Fradee; at home she had the weight of the monarchy to throw behind smooth words and pretty glances. Not here. The only people who might have cared for her title were already on her side. Hell, even some of her allies were less than enthusiastic about her status. A smile curled at the edge of her full lips – she was thinking about Vasco, of course. She generally was these days. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so handsome or the smooth, honey warm timbre of his voice….
Or perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t pander to her the way that other men did. Even Kurt, bless him, had started to flush and falter when she turned her teasing attention to him. She knew she shouldn’t – she had no interest in him, after all, not really. He was too old, too serious, and very much her safe harbour - after all, they had been friends since she was a teenager. Plus, though she felt a pang of guilt for thinking so, she had to admit he wasn’t her idea of handsome. Too pale, too hard about the jaw and eyes – he had a warm heart, but the face of a thug. Not like Vasco – the smooth, elegant lines of his face, the swirl of his tattoos, the rich golden hue of his skin; it was all mesmerising in the most infuriating way.
The stack of paper wasn’t getting any smaller, but the candles certainly were. Her eyes burned and itched. Pheobe sighed and opened the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling out a bottle of sweet cherry brandy and a glass. With a guilty look at the door, she poured a generous measure and threw it back before filling the glass a second time and putting the bottle back. The hard sting of the liquor fell away quickly, leaving a lethargic warmth that tingled in her fingertips and lips. Pushing her soft, pale hair away from her face, Pheobe sighed and rolled her shoulders; the heat was sticking here, like syrup it poured over her every day and left her slick, over warm, and in desperate need of a shower. A weak breeze snuck through the open window, kissing her skin, bringing the faint scent of the sea to her nose. A prickling sting made her eyes water; that voyage across the sea had been the happiest few months of her life. While Constantin irritated the sailors with endless prattle and Kurt, sweet Kurt, was almost nailed to the deck with sea-sickness she perched on the nets, and after Vasco had shown her how to safely navigate to it, she had perched atop the crows nest at every chance.
Brisk, cool winds, salt spray, and the horizon – it was like magic. But in the nights, oh the nights – a clear night with still waters was the truest expression of the divine when at sea. The inky blackness of the sky and ocean became one and the stars winked at their own reflection. In those nights the ocean became a pool of eternity, and she found Vasco perched beside her on the railing more often than not. The hush-hush breathing of the world slowed, the sailors and soldiers snored. On the first night like that he had seemed shocked to see her, even going so far as to scold her for being out on the deck in the night. After she had apologised and explained why she was there, he had hesitated as if he would walk away until she asked him to sit with her; the aloof coldness he had shown her gradually broke down… but a certain haughtiness remained. Still remained. The bottle was half empty, the light had died entirely, and she was changing the dead candles when a gentle rapping at the door caught her attention. Pheobe stepped towards her desk to put the bottle away as the door opened; a flash of irritated shame bloomed and then died as Vasco stepped cautiously into the room. Her body hummed with electricity, a tight, throbbing sensation pooled in her belly,
“Vasco.”
“De Sardet,” he said, voice unusually quiet,
“Is everything alright?” She asked, trying to ignore the flush of embarrassment when his eyes landed on the bottle,
“Hard day for both of us, I see.”
“I… well, yes. Would you like some?”
“Please.” He sank into the chair on the other side of her desk, leaving her to pour and serve his brandy, ruffling the feathers of her pride just a little. They drank in silence for a few moments, his broad, tanned hand clenching and relaxing rhythmically on the arm of the chair. Eventually, he threw the brandy back and placed the glass on the desk with a sigh. Pheobe reached over to fill his glass, watching the flex of his muscles as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I hate to do this, De Sardet, but I have a favour to ask.”
“Oh,” she let the sound drop from her mouth ungraciously, elegant brows rising, “of course.” He stared at the brandy in his glass, brows knitted hard to form sharp lines on the smooth skin of his forehead, “what is it you need?”
“I… you know that I was Sea Given, yes?”
“Yes. I remember you told me when we spoke about Jonah.”
“I don’t know anything about my family…” he said with an almost wounded air, “except that they too were from the Congregation and that they were most likely affluent. I know I am no different to any Sea Given Naut, but…” he threw the second glass back, a drop of reddish liquor escaped to hang on his lower lip. Pheobe resisted the urge to lean over the desk and lick it from his lip. The thought sent fiery shame flooding through her; it was like a thought from a one of those tawdry romance novels she hid in amongst her undergarments, “when I was born the relationship between the Nauts and Merchant Princes was complex. I was probably used to make a truce or settle a debt, which I suppose does not matter…”
“It does,” she said suddenly, stopping in the act of refilling their glasses. Vasco looked up at her, his beautiful hazel eyes catching the candlelight, “or it would to me, I should say, if I were you.” He smiled sadly and nodded,
“Yes, well… my origins have become somewhat of an obsession for me,” he said, “I had originally intended to reach the rank of fleet commander. When I did so, I would have gained access to the files the Nauts have on me, but now that I am grounded, it seems unlikely this will happen anytime soon. Or ever. But I need to know who I am, where I come from.”
“And you want me to help you find this information.” It wasn’t a question, of course, so he said nothing, “I’d be delighted to.”
“Really?” A series of emotions crossed his handsome face, “why?”
“Because…” She faltered. Because I adore you, she wanted to say, because I want you to adore me in the same way. Because you’ve never asked for anything and never given anything and this might be the first and last time I get to be so close to whatever is underneath your façade, “you’re my friend, Vasco. And if I were you, I would want to know too… and I would want my friends to help me.”
“Thank you.” The silence drew out between them, taut and shivering. She broke it with a laugh,
“Yes, well, that’s enough sweetness – let’s not make a meal of it or I’ll be ill,” she said and leaned back into her chair, “I assume you have a plan.”
“I do,” Vasco said with a grin and leaned forward.
The Coin Guard Tavern was the perfect balance of seediness and safety; Pheobe got to live on the edge and rub shoulders with impropriety, as well as a collection of tantalisingly burly men, without actually being in any danger. They all knew who she was and, more importantly, in New Sérene they cared who she was too. She was comfortable there, playing at scandal while everyone played their part, all of them safe in the knowledge that the Princess would not stoop to get into a barracks bed.
The rooms below were another matter.
A plethora of deliciously well-worn, trashy novels had convinced her that soldiers were romantic, tortured souls who wanted nothing more than gallant love and romance to bring real meaning to their lives. The dingy rooms below the tavern were reeking of sharp alcohol and blood, filled with the dull grunts and groans of both pain and pleasure at intervals; the sounds from the ring were almost indecipherable from those of the bedrooms, except for the bloodthirsty cheering. Pheobe froze in the door, fought to keep her feet in place as they first tried to peddle backwards, then to push forwards. The eyes that turned to her were hard, glinting. They knew who she was, and their care extended only so far as to wonder how filthy she intended to get. Vasco stopped and lowered his head,
“Are you alright?”
“No I am not bloody alright,” she hissed, “I’m a Princess of the congregation standing in a fucking Coin Guard whorehouse.”
“I understand, but we’ll be as quick as we can.”
“Make sure that we are,” she snapped, heart thudding in a sickly, nervous rhythm against her ribs. Vasco nodded curtly, but his eyes were soft and that was worse. He was looking at her as if she was a blushing virgin with no experience of men, no understanding of how the world worked. The fact that Vasco was, for all intents and purposes, correct about that only made her more irritable. He cut a direct path to a back room as if he knew the place well. A green-eyed beast shuddered and slithered in the back of her mind, “come here often, do you?” The humorous chuckle she added did nothing to dull the barb. Vasco gave her a strange look and shrugged,
“It’s easier to pay for company than devote time to convincing some poor woman that I have any long-term interest in her,” he said matter of factly, as if it was an unavoidable truth, “my heart is spoken for, and that’s all there is to it. I won’t ruin a good woman for the sake of pride.”
-me just trying to calm down while hyperventilating-
My babies aahhhhhhh I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH
The way Pheobe was busted when drinking, her continued tensed and heated feelings towards the captain is. *chefs kiss*
I love that attitude, Pheobe calling the Admiral a bitch for hiding Vasco’s file at last… (I mean she is just to stupid to understand that V in the alphabet is quite far in the back and therefore maybe starting at the back… But it’s okay Pheobe you have other talents than to use logic :’D I swear it kills me (in a good way!) )
But daaaaaaamn Vascooooo, taking the file and then going to wherever, leaving the girl who did the dirty work behind basically saying “yo bro, thanksfor gettin’ it!” Tsk tsk. Not very gentlemanly of you! (I love it though makes him feel more real to me zhhzhahajajgzja and I am wheezing from laughter)
My half of an art trade with the delightful @merruschka: Phoebe de Sardet, being more than a little amused. This has been such a fun project - I’ve learned several new rendering techniques! - and Merruschka has been cheerleading me all the way, including providing tweaks and redraws on the line art. <3
AHHHHHHHH MY BABY
My beautiful baby ;w;
I love the outcome! She looks so soft and gentle and sassy lol, absolutely my little fiery princess uwu
The blush feels so natural and cute, just like ingame I like how the colors mingle together ffhfyxjgifhu That’s how I imagine her being portrayed at the beginning of the game (with the difference that she likes being painted lol) and it’s so prettyyyy xhzhxghshzhzjagzjzhxjagxjajak Thank you so much for the trade! It had been a lot of fun! And you learned to draw in circles :’D look thos cute glupshi eyes and the soft cheeks
Lady Pheobe De Sardet in Vasco’s loving embrace for @merruschka thank you soo much for commissioning me!
Omgongomgomgomgomgggggggg
THIS IS SO BREATHTAKING I CANNOT COPE OKE
I have so many feels, it’s so tender and gorgeous and they are so perfect I am simping like crazy here. The composition, the details, just EVERYTHING is so PERFECT AHHHHHHHHHH♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Look the coloration is so warm and yet cold in the background, the hair is so perfectly rendered it looks so real. Their gentle yet somewhat passionate dancing, dipping pose is djjzjsjsjsjzjzhkzhsjjzjzhjsjzhzjak
Her dress that end looks just like a mermaid tail and the light drawn lace on is making it look so valuable. My god I love this so much. *prints and sticks it to my wall so I can admire it every single day*
Thank you so so much, it’s so beautiful, I cannot stop staring at it!!!!
Warning! This is an NSFW fic written for @merruschka so if you’re not looking for lemon, its time to look elswhere!
It was a beautiful dress, the kind Pheobe had always adored; pale blue silk, so fine it almost seemed liquid, and underskirts of taffeta and lace that looked like sea foam. Tight in the waist with a rigid bust, it pushed her breasts up in a way that was enticing without being vulgar, leaving the silver and sapphire necklace to rest at their meeting point. It complemented her milky skin and pale hair. It made her neck look long and graceful… but how she hated it. A gift from her Uncle that had been pushed on her as much as this Prince. This dress. This necklace. He had sent them with a note;
‘Neice, wear this and remember that you are Our jewel.’
It was probably the most precious thing in the room, if not for the sea pearl tiara her uncle had gifted her to wear with it. In short, it was resplendent.
And she would have thrown it into the fire if given the chance to leave with Vasco.Tears welled in her eyes, not for the first time that day, and she sighed tilting her head back to force them to stay where they were.
That was not to be, she knew. He was being promoted and she… well, she would be tied to Tír Fradí forever as on ol melawí, though she would have to relinquish her place in its governance. Shackled to Jean-Paul as an unenthusiastic bride. The future she had always known was coming, of course, but somehow it felt so much worse than she imagined that it would. After knowing Vasco and feeling the warmth of his love it was like being torn from the comfort of a warm bed and thrust into a blizzard.
I love it, so much. These two lovebirds simply are crazy for one another and you depicted it so well. God Vasco you cocky little bastard, you deserve a slaap for your arsy comments I had some real good laughs. “I fancy those slippers cost more than the ship you threw them at.” How ‘bout you catch these hands instead?? peak drama comedy at it’s finest. The smut is like, god dammit you throw dem lemons, but it turns into some delicious lemonde hahahahahahaah
Their chemistry, the switching povs and descriptive wording is as usual just superb
The ONLY THING I ALwAYS AM SAD ABOUT THAT IT ACTUALLY HAD TO END *NOOOOOOOOOOOO*
Now smash my heart and step on me Chaos lel
*eyebrow wiggle*
And hehe, that sweet picture @greenedera drew is just perfectly rounding this up
The letter was essentially her uncle on paper - over-stuffed, pompous yet subtle, and entirely without actual emotion. Cold. Pheobe frowned at the paper as if she could send the hot waves of anger through the page, across the ocean, to scorch his flesh. How dare he? After all, she had done to protect the Congregation, to further their interests on Tír Fradí - after she had cleaned up Constantins’ mess…After she had lost Constantin.
In the four months since his passing, she had lived in a haze of grief. Since the moment Vasco and Kurt had found her crumpled beside his body, the lingering pressure from his fevered, insane kiss still on her, the chill of his blood on her hands - since the moment Vasco had scooped her up and carried her to the tent. To the cart. To the door. To her bed… the world had been nothing but a pit. Increment by increment she had clawed, bloody fingered, to the top of the pit only to fall after seeing the merest glimmer of light. And each time her friends had lifted her from the floor and brought her to something like balance. In the days Síora and Kurt had cajoled her gently into life, at night Vasco curled around her and kept the sucking coldness of death and all the regret it held at bay. And now…
Now when the sun was starting to break through the clouds. Now when she felt the warmth on her face. Now…
I love it so much, the angst, the twisted feelings, the jealousy and the slight possession is so de-li-ci-ous Dvehagzhsvvagahavahvabsvavvsvahavvzvzbabzbzbnavsbsvzvsvjzvzbsvzjvdjavsjzhzbsvhzvshahgsjsvahshzhvsjzgshgzbahsjxhshvsjsbaj
I will finish the artwork for this wonderful writing soon OTL
I love them so much TWT my god this is so good, I will spend all day reading this 373774838399 times again and again
Pheobe de Sardet and Vasco commissioned by lovely @merruschka
Thank you, I had a lot of fun drawing it! (◠‿◠✿)
Lemme hug you omg uwu
I am squeaaling so much, this is SO GOOD. PERFECT!!! ♥️♥️♥️ I simply love how you captured the moment here, the lights are so warm and intimate ;w; Pheobe who leans towards Vasco to reward him with a kiss. And her sleepwear simply unffff I like how you can see there is nothing underneath ahahhaahhahahaah
The folds on his lose shirt are so well drawn and rendered, wow ;___; and their hair and skins looks so beautiful I simply cannot, the colors are on point! And I love how the height differences are so well seen here with her being the dainty, petite princess she is ahahhah, blame me I am such a sucker for these things truly shhzsghzgshshshahah
This rose, holy shiet, looks so real, I guess Vasco had brought it when coming home dhsvsgsgavhsgaja I like how it’s rose colored because next to the blue colors, this one is like my second favourite for her ;w;
I am so happy, you truly made my week with this gorgeous piece, thank you so so much! ♥️♥️♥️
![nireey: Chibi Art Trade with my lovely @merruschka [Phoebe De Sardet Captain Vasco] THEY ARE SO ADOR](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f9eeb103683b46213ab3863b78da6920/db0ab08fae4e0685-2a/s1280x1920/b220c363bb1e02c078bee0bfd41fcc2f019f4ee8.png "nireey: Chibi Art Trade with my lovely @merruschka [Phoebe De Sardet Captain Vasco] THEY ARE SO ADOR")
