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![[duscride] always have your hope](http://d.furaffinity.net/art/tamplior/1713378139/1713378139.tamplior_iotar_sentry_uwu.png "Click to change the View")
a little bit from the depths of my drawing archives. while i don't do it much nowadays, this one is connected to a small part of a bigger story. Due to warehouse struggles I've returned to writing as a way of coping. Just simple stories written hastily on a phone before work.
and oh man, if Iotar could've learned to listen to his own words.
- - - - -
Iotar's heart sank deep within his chest, as all the words and decisions he had in his head made it's hastily leave. His ears dropped too, and Igor could swear he saw something within these misty eyes he was not sure he liked. Before anyone could comment, he went after dhakkare, mostly on instinct rather than any rational thought. He found her under an old oak, sitting on a fallen trunk. His eyes twinkled again, feeling emotional responsibility.
"Sentry," he quietly called her. He wanted to comfort her, but inner instinct was whispering to him it might appear crude in this moment. So all he did is sat down next to her, keeping just enough distance to not cause her discomfort, and yet his face was not far from hers.
"I'm sorry for causing a scene. I just never told anyone before. If I knew how it may turn out I would not mention it at all."
He put a palm on his forehead, eyes twinkling again. He had to bit his lips.
"I wanted to comfort and give you hope. Not to hurt you."
Sentry's arms were wrapped around her knees. She wasn't crying anymore, only a couple of leftover tears kept her eyes wet.
"Don't you dare... take this on yourself Iotar. You did not hurt me. You cannot hurt me... in that way... And neither can Lyman, Igor, Sangel or the whole of Mistral."
She was calming down from her momentary outburst, now looking to one direction.
"I just... I just have these thoughts run wild in my head, that there's a real possibility that I will never see Tamplior again... and every time I see a danger loom over the mission, it feels like that possibility is going down right in front my eyes and I should be doing something to prevent it, but I can't..."
She looked at Iotar now.
A blushing flame run over his face. Seeing dhakkare so close and directly looking at him, made his heart race like never before. With slightly shaking hand, he reached into his little bag on the belt and put out a tiny pouch, with a tender satin cloth. He wanted to hand it over at first, but then his hand had slowly reached and wiped the lasting pearls out of Sentry's cheeks. His pale palms, that used to steal the life out of dhakkare before, now only took her tears away,
"Just please know that no matter what, you should always have your hope. I hope it would be your last tears before you will meet your.. your.. Tamplior, again."
His voice quivered, nearly sighting the remaining words out.
and oh man, if Iotar could've learned to listen to his own words.
- - - - -
Iotar's heart sank deep within his chest, as all the words and decisions he had in his head made it's hastily leave. His ears dropped too, and Igor could swear he saw something within these misty eyes he was not sure he liked. Before anyone could comment, he went after dhakkare, mostly on instinct rather than any rational thought. He found her under an old oak, sitting on a fallen trunk. His eyes twinkled again, feeling emotional responsibility.
"Sentry," he quietly called her. He wanted to comfort her, but inner instinct was whispering to him it might appear crude in this moment. So all he did is sat down next to her, keeping just enough distance to not cause her discomfort, and yet his face was not far from hers.
"I'm sorry for causing a scene. I just never told anyone before. If I knew how it may turn out I would not mention it at all."
He put a palm on his forehead, eyes twinkling again. He had to bit his lips.
"I wanted to comfort and give you hope. Not to hurt you."
Sentry's arms were wrapped around her knees. She wasn't crying anymore, only a couple of leftover tears kept her eyes wet.
"Don't you dare... take this on yourself Iotar. You did not hurt me. You cannot hurt me... in that way... And neither can Lyman, Igor, Sangel or the whole of Mistral."
She was calming down from her momentary outburst, now looking to one direction.
"I just... I just have these thoughts run wild in my head, that there's a real possibility that I will never see Tamplior again... and every time I see a danger loom over the mission, it feels like that possibility is going down right in front my eyes and I should be doing something to prevent it, but I can't..."
She looked at Iotar now.
A blushing flame run over his face. Seeing dhakkare so close and directly looking at him, made his heart race like never before. With slightly shaking hand, he reached into his little bag on the belt and put out a tiny pouch, with a tender satin cloth. He wanted to hand it over at first, but then his hand had slowly reached and wiped the lasting pearls out of Sentry's cheeks. His pale palms, that used to steal the life out of dhakkare before, now only took her tears away,
"Just please know that no matter what, you should always have your hope. I hope it would be your last tears before you will meet your.. your.. Tamplior, again."
His voice quivered, nearly sighting the remaining words out.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1496 x 982px
File Size 1.78 MB
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