moonwhing: The door stood a memory, tall and fragile, kept by the ivory pillars she rested against.
moonwhing:The door stood a memory, tall and fragile, kept by the ivory pillars she rested against. She yearned, reached, and the memory rippled. She withdrew her fingers, dared not touch, fearful of its frailty. It would become dust, as it did time and time again, as she did time and time again. Ever watchful Pluto, vigilant and virtuous, with ashes of the past spread at her feet. She learned. Childish laughter drew her gaze, warmed her heart, but her eyes found the comfort of alabaster and shine. Her queen, her resplendent willow, tall and tenacious, was her breath of nature. A winter’s breeze in the stagnant void, bringing hope of life through chilled survival. Her branches raised the sun high, her face thawing with a tender smile. “Higher, Mama! Higher!”“My arms are only so long, sweet starshine.”Serenity tilted her head and gazed through Pluto, delicate lips still curved, and Pluto lurched forward.The dust fell like gentle snow.Words from the lovely @8bittheatrics. ♥ We didn’t plot this from the start or anything. Nope. Not at all.This was my entry for Jet’s Petit Chara giveaway. I took inspiration from the contest itself to find an old piece to redraw. Almost two years ago I drew this (with a mouse!) for Goggles Wednesday. Our theme was Distance.And it remains a scribble that is near and dear to my heart. It was a lot of fun to give it new life with what I can do today. It was even better to know I could finish this so quickly. I haven’t been able to do that a very very long time. Maybe things are finally starting to get better.[Detail shots 1, 2, 3] -- source link
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