#this took me aaaaages
“ Lothric was taught that his body was not his own.” Lorian own words seemed to filter into his ears through a thick blanket of white noise. “ He was a symbol, a savior, a tool, a science experiment…but not a child. Never a child. Only property.”
“ And what of thee, Lorian?” Gwyndolin, of course, had the habit of asking the one question that Lorian had never wanted to even consider , let alone answer. “ What didst thy father teach thee when thou wast growing up?”
Lorian felt more like vomiting in that one moment than he had in his entire lifetime.
“…that I am a blade.” The knight’s voice, in that one fleeting moment of time, sounded as small as he felt inside. “ A shield. A weapon. My body…my body protects the ones I love, and the innocents of the realm, and that is…that is enough.”
The god shook his head.
“ Nay.” Gwyndolin serpentine eyes brimmed with tears. “ Nay, my darling…that is nowhere near enough.”
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Thiscompletely and utterly fantastic comic–which depicts a scene from one of the one shots in my ‘put a line through it’ series–is a commission by @la-nay-ru, who is not only one of my best friends, but is also one of the best freaking artists around! I cannot tell you how thrilled I am with how this turned out; it’s completely above and beyond all of my expectations! Just…wow. Holy cow.
Link to the fic: walking me across a fragile line (and comfort’s calling late).
@la-nay-ru is currently open to commissions! Please hit up my friend and shower them with money and love, because they are amazing and deserve the world.
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