Sorry to be so haphazzard in me online shenanigans of late, you fantastic fuzz-butts. If anything, of late I'm being very keenly reminded of the difference between distress and eustess. Have you ever played 'perfection'? It's kind of like that, only while painfully ill. All the same- I'm REALLY happy to post this one, today. *beams proudly*

A wonderful piece of work from a soft-spoken and wonderful artist I've come across recently,  TheMolt Thank you for this beautiful little bit of work, love. This is something really special and I may need to go on a bit of a tangent about it to say why- hope you don't mind too much *gives a broad, toothy grin*...

I've had to go back and re-edit this foreword several times now before it became a thesis statement on my views on 'art' and the fandom just to provide context as to why this is not just a work of beauty unto itself but also such a breath of fresh air to see on it's own merits*chuckles*.

To put it plainly- When I looked at this image it was as if I heard the staccato click of a light switch being flicked.

They did a great job of capturing such a peaceful, loving moment between our little family. Little Edgar is just napping away in the safety and warmth of Sanita's arms, wrapped up and content. There's that peaceful serenity that seems to just emanate from  Sanita_Squirrel as we lay together, holding our little prince to her breast. The expression on her face is simple but it says so much, so strong in silence, protectora, amorosa, Fuerte y tranquila, the mystery of what she's thinking about and how that really vexes me sometimes but not for this moment.

Which brings me to what flipped that switch I mentioned earlier...

There is that difficult to describe feeling of 'loving someone so much it hurts'- not 'longing for' or 'pining for' someone, the hollow ache of Lucifer's broken heart or the meandering interests of a juvenile's perceived lost obsession- no. The feeling of genuinely loving someone to the point that your happiness becomes painful. Whether  TheMolt intended to go for it or not, that look on my face in those subtle little lines, is exactly what I'm talking about. THAT is what I feel. Sanita, my friend, my wife, my Satanic Partner for life and Edgar, our sweet little son, our prince, that face is what I feel about you both. I'm happy but it's this bizarre, unreal happiness. It's breathing in your scent and purring like a cat half-in on a bag of herbs. It's a pride in everything I do and the things I put into the world now. It's a need to be better for the both of you. It's a need to see a better world for both of you. It's, feeling you next to me, holding you and immediately I smile and want to cry at the same time because something in me has no other way to express all the emotions that just run amok because of who I've become with this new life together with you.

Thank you again for this image, love. It really is something special. You've done our family proud. *beams* Maybe you'll grace us with your talent again when our little Amber comes into the world, eh? That really should be ANY day now... *fidgets, trying to contain the bushel of pins, needles and nerves*


May you all find your own peace, beautiful watcher-type folkes, your own peace, your own family and your own love. May you all come to feel this feeling and strive to be more for yourself and for them. For this is the world and there is no other, No gods to save us or condemn us, no masters to punish or command- One Love for us all. Ave Lucifer