A little Wren for @the-cream-machine900 because she’s just really hecking adorable
I’ve been meaning to draw her for awhile now, but I’ve gotten time to do so
Prayin that I drew her correctly, though. If I messed anything up, PLEASE point it out
all he can see, swirling around him in a suffocating storm that steals his
vision and pricks the parts of his skin that his uniform allow to be bare.
can feel it enveloping him, swallowing him whole until he is consumed by it.
His throat is gravelly, as if he’s swallowed a bucket of the grain. It’s like
the time Amelia had tried to cook rice with too little water and not enough
time; the blackened grains crunched against his teeth but he’d suffered through
it, holding back laughter as their toddler daughter pushed away her portion of
always let her believe that Kaitlyn just didn’t like rice.
in this world there was no Kaitlyn, or Chris, or Amelia…all flashes of them had
dissipated, and now he was stuck in the endless landscape of arid terrain and
dry air. And as he felt himself slip-felt the bits and pieces of another time
come back to him, he did what he always did. He reached for her hand. But she
was not there-he’d known she wouldn’t be at his side, able to bring him back
down to earth. Because something terrible had happened, and now she was stuck
in OB a floor up while he was in trauma, praying for any kind of news.
“The Red Lion is temperamental and the most difficult to master. It‘s faster and more agile than the others, but also more unstable. Its pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instincts than skill alone.”