i have a prompt for you (or a few lol, but this is the first): wiv and doodles!
The mess hall was much smaller than what Wiv expected. Looking at the size of the space when they boarded, he pictured huge rooms designed for hundreds of Coalition soldiers.
This place, it was closer to a cafe. The tables were sized to match, not the long cafeteria style tables meant to maximize space but individuals ones with three to four seats bolted to the floor. They were spaced enough for the semblance of privacy while anyone talking loud enough could be heard throughout the room.
It worked perfectly to his needs. He was slouched into a chair, legs up, face buried in his sketchbook. He stole furtive glances over it then his pen set to work sketch in board, round strokes, white ink on thick dark paper.
The subject of his undivided attention was Thelnym, eating slices of vegetables one at a time.
They had existed as larger than life in Wiv's imagination since he was a kid – a hero, an idol, the chosen of the progenitors. The real thing did not disappoint.
His style was usually very loose and based on the emotions people invoked in him, capturing their essence in a mess of lines. Thelnym's lines were hard to contain, to define. Wiv sketched to the very edge of pages and beyond. White ink covered the side of his hand. He liked the smudges it caused, the unpredictable nature of it, additions outside his control.
In quick succession he filled five pages. He had to memorize every detail, every feeling, immortalize it.
Their scales became spirals that wandered across rolling, overlapping hills of a body, their hair tangled vines transforming into a sky overhead. And always they were orbited by the vague shape of the woman they dwarfed as a planet does its moon. The woman sending disapproving stares his way. Thelnym didn't look at him once.
Wiv would pay more attention to the woman named Özgür later. He had sketchbooks designated for them all. The Coalition's first paycheck was put to good use stocking up on them before they left.
He didn't really have that much clothes anyway.
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HMM maybe classic ol moon and pebbles and the vanilla sibs (monk, survivor) for rw requests? You have no idea how excited i was to see someone else point out the possible parallels/symbolism between the 2 pairs of siblings when you made the post abt them ... either that or daszombes "iterator logs" characters, if youve seen it!
i am SO sorry for how long this took me to get to, holy shit, but ouhg yesssssss the sibling parallels are SO -punches wall- GOOD. are they speakin to the slugs? are they speaking to the wind, hoping it will carry their words all the way to the other? nobody will tell, nobody shall know
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