blurb-brain:If yesterday’s work was all warm colors, today’s palette is all cool colors! Ahahahaha n
blurb-brain:If yesterday’s work was all warm colors, today’s palette is all cool colors! Ahahahaha night rendering, goodbye ink TT u TT .Once again, I’ve combined two prompt words together for this one (with a few more combos in store). Featuring a young, lonely Irene and Definitely-Older-Than-Six-Years-Old Eugenides!Also, I will be taking a break tomorrow (and probably every Sunday until this is over) to recharge and shall be back on Monday. Don’t want to burn out!Without further ado,Day 7 - enchanted & Day 31 - ripe Eugenides shrugged. “You can kill me here, Your Majesty, and be done with this. Or you can believe me.” He’d seen her in a pale dress dancing in the moonlight, pretending an entire troupe of dancers danced the harvest circle with her, her arms open to embrace the sisters and friends who existed only in her imagination, and he’d never seen anything so beautiful or so sad. He’d remembered that moment when he’d seen her flush at being called cruel. Afterward, when the magus offered to send him information more current than that in his own library, Eugenides had accepted gladly and read carefully, trying to see whether Attolia could be the monster in human guise she was accused of being, or only a woman who ruled without the support of her barons. In the end he had taken advice his grandfather had given him years before and gone to see for himself. “I love you,” he said. “You could believe me.” - Megan Whalen Turner, Queen of Attolia -- source link
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