#rip woundup

[themournwatcher]

*closes her eyes, spins around twice and points*

Something about WIP number 6, if you'd like to share some hints? :3

@arrow90-art

I tightened the laces that held the cuffs of my sleeves to my wrists and waited. Normally Daeran’s eyes were the first to find mine in a crowd, but I couldn’t deny a small thrill of glee every time they glossed over me, and where I stood leisurely against the stone slope of the stairs. Perhaps I’d been wearing my armor far too often if a white shirt was all it took to throw him off—or maybe I wasn’t as pretty in his memory as he claimed.  “What are you doing out of your roost?” Seelah asked, turning her head to try and see what my eyes were following. I hadn’t noticed her approach. Apparently Daeran’s eyes weren’t the only ones distracted.  “Daeran said he needed me for something,” I said, pointing loosely towards where I saw him searching for me in the crowd. “Do I really look that different out of my armor?” Seelah failed to suppress a smile. “Well, you don’t look as severe, that’s for sure. Maybe he just has an eye for men in uniform?” When I levied a glance her way, she continued. “You look different with your hair up like this. Softer. Younger, maybe.” “I see,” I said as I raised a hand to my cheek. I’d been called ‘boy’ before, and other such comments had been made in the past that I’d attributed to the roundness of my cheeks, but I didn’t think it was to the point that someone would not be able to recognize me entirely.  “I had to do a double take, too,” Seelah added. “You just look… different without all of your black armor on. Not as dour, for one thing.” “I get it,” I said, more amused than annoyed. “I don’t look like a big scary Hellknight anymore. Go on; I’m playing a game. I want to see how long it takes him to notice me standing here.” “Well, you’re making it too easy on him right here!” Seelah gasped. She grasped my hand and began to pull before I was even aware of what she was doing, nearly tripping over myself to keep up with her. She didn’t stop until we’d cleared much of the courtyard, and she practically threw me towards the statue of Iomedae that loomed over the nearby inn. 

document 6! is the POV of Emery, my (original) hellknight Knight-Commander and uhh more daeran. as a treat. for me.

[skuntank]

Oh yeah this is an anti Volo blog and not in the "haha he's such a funny little scamp" kind of way