It was late, the sun had been gone for hours and most of the
townsfolk had gone to sleep. Though despite this, there were still a few people
outside. One of which seemed to stand out more than the others, she was a large
white Primarina, with brunette hair, a dark blue tail and deep purple eyes. Her
appearance gaining many strange looks, but she continued cheerfully towards a
small building near the edge of the town, a sign out the front read “the Nerd
Cabin Cafe, home of the cooking of the Nature Naga”
The Primarina swung open the doors, the inside was completely
empty barring the bartender. The Primarina Shuffled over to the bar, whistling
a small tune to herself.
“Evening!” she greets the lady behind the bench. “May I have
two bottles of Anarchist Ale, Oh and the meatiest food you’ve got!” she asks,
licking her lips, her charming smile shifting into something almost Sinister. “You
needn’t worry about the price, I’ve got the means to pay” she proclaims,
reaching down to her waist and pulling up five small bags, each made of an
The Primarina places the bags down in front of the bartender.
“This should suffice as payment, I believe they are mostly filled with GP and
SP” she giggled, her expression now somewhat of a smug grin. Something wasn’t
right with this girl….
summary: andrew minyard and nathaniel wesninski meet on the titanic in 1912. neil’s a rich runaway who’s finally being made to atone for his crimes against the family, and he feels like there’s nothing left to live for- until andrew promises to show him that there’s more to life than just survival.
word count: 5444 / 11836
trigger warnings: major character death, homophobia, suicide, guns, knives, violence, murder, death
there are voices approaching the cabin, so with a quiet question, neil takes andrew’s hand and leads him to the elevators, running to evade the valet
he chases them, no doubt on orders by riko, through the halls and down elevators
neil feels lighter in a way he’s recognizing only proximity to andrew makes him feel
he tightens his grip on andrew’s hand as they make their way through the ship’s incinerators and when andrew glances back he looks years younger than usual
somehow, they make their way to the cargo, and neil is done with running. all of his life, he’s been running, and even though it’s different with andrew by his side, it’s time to stop, just for a while
he sees andrew’s eyes catch on a car, one more expensive than andrew would probably ever be able to afford, so neil slides into the back of it with as much pomp and circumstance as he can muster. it’s the closest thing he can do to granting andrew permission to get into the car
andrew looks around, as if checking they haven’t been followed, then seems to concede that the back of a car isn’t a bad place to hide for a short while, and he climbs in next to neil
the silence isn’t tense, but it’s heavy, and neil doesn’t want to waste a second with andrew if they’re numbered
“tell me about your family,” he says, because they’re the only thing he really knows about andrew, and he doesn’t know enough
andrew doesn’t seem offended by the question, but he gives neil a considering look nonetheless. “what will you give me for it?”
“are we doing a truth for a truth again?” neil says, the hint of a smile on his lips. “anything you ask.”
First digital art I’ve done in about 3+ years, I think. Still figuring out a bunch of things (it took me over an hour to even set up my tablet at all and actually get drawing), but here’s a test sketch of Lyn!