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Okay, i wanted to keep this one for myself, but i found it needs demonstration how i can adore even the first story of a certain person.
The story is called Love fills a hole in the heart [link] and it had me biting my nails as to what would happen in the end.
Once i knew, it did not matter that i was on that ever-so-often-mentioned night train, i began to draw...
Well, i was constantly afraid of screwing up due to the small size of the 'canvas' (screen) compared to the size of my finger... so i saved a few times where i felt it was still okay.
Since i didn't really find it apt for posting, i rather made a gif of the steps i saved and the outcome.
(I like the outcome, because it reminds me of the story and its message, don't misunderstand me, i'm just not sure others would like it, that's why i didn't put it up before. anyways, it's done now.)
The story is called Love fills a hole in the heart [link] and it had me biting my nails as to what would happen in the end.
Once i knew, it did not matter that i was on that ever-so-often-mentioned night train, i began to draw...
Well, i was constantly afraid of screwing up due to the small size of the 'canvas' (screen) compared to the size of my finger... so i saved a few times where i felt it was still okay.
Since i didn't really find it apt for posting, i rather made a gif of the steps i saved and the outcome.
(I like the outcome, because it reminds me of the story and its message, don't misunderstand me, i'm just not sure others would like it, that's why i didn't put it up before. anyways, it's done now.)
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(First up: oh, Holy Mother, you gave me fanart for yet another story. How am I supposed to survive all of this? HOW?)
He... Azira is holding him, isn't he. He thinks, I know, that Anthony is dying, and he's holding him, yet at the same time, he hardly dares touch him for fear of... for fear of hurting him again, even though he thinks he's dying.
Oh God.
Yes. It's the dawn, the final sequence, and this is the way Azira collapsed against the bed. When I was writing it, I never imagined it would look like this. I imagined him sitting on the floor, holding onto that hand with both his own, but this is even more painful. The first embrace, and the last, he thinks. Thank whoever is responsible that it didn't really turn out this way.
I understand the colours too, I think: the things belonging to the hospital, the walls, the floor, the bed, the IV, these are cold, these are not what bring life back. It comes from outside, from above, the light, literally trickling into the room here, running in over the window sill from the rising sun, lying on the floor in puddles. Liquid light, but I love that so much.
The drawing being mostly outlines, with no defined details, it symbolises the whirling-yet-exhausted state of Azira's heart and mind right now, yes, before salvation strikes? I love that.
My dear, it couldn't be more perfect if it tried. Thank you. I never dreamed I'd see fanart for this, my first.
(And. That title. Oww, it hurts the heart. But it, too, is a good pain. Again, thank you. You are the Awesomeness.)
He... Azira is holding him, isn't he. He thinks, I know, that Anthony is dying, and he's holding him, yet at the same time, he hardly dares touch him for fear of... for fear of hurting him again, even though he thinks he's dying.
Oh God.
Yes. It's the dawn, the final sequence, and this is the way Azira collapsed against the bed. When I was writing it, I never imagined it would look like this. I imagined him sitting on the floor, holding onto that hand with both his own, but this is even more painful. The first embrace, and the last, he thinks. Thank whoever is responsible that it didn't really turn out this way.
I understand the colours too, I think: the things belonging to the hospital, the walls, the floor, the bed, the IV, these are cold, these are not what bring life back. It comes from outside, from above, the light, literally trickling into the room here, running in over the window sill from the rising sun, lying on the floor in puddles. Liquid light, but I love that so much.
The drawing being mostly outlines, with no defined details, it symbolises the whirling-yet-exhausted state of Azira's heart and mind right now, yes, before salvation strikes? I love that.
My dear, it couldn't be more perfect if it tried. Thank you. I never dreamed I'd see fanart for this, my first.
(And. That title. Oww, it hurts the heart. But it, too, is a good pain. Again, thank you. You are the Awesomeness.)