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Commission for WanderingPariah ♥
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You did it again.. she sighed inwardly brushing a twilit paw over his brow. She let out a long breath, her slender features transforming from the disapproving frown she had worn to one of genuine concern. Somehow he always managed to end up this way - or worse. Constantly putting himself in the way of harm. Almost with a desperate urge to speak to Death herself, it seemed. Sometimes she resented him for it, deeply. And then, in those private moments she found a strange pride for his actions, no matter how reckless. How often did he watch over and guide others, to his own detriment?
How often did he interfere breaking the rules when he knew what it might cost him? They both knew the answer far too well. And yet, while his body lay broken and mending, his resolve hadn't. Ariyah moved a soft, feather light paw over his eyes; delicately caressing his battered and bruised mortal form. What a strange dichotomy of existence. Fragile and yet.. with such strength. It was a curious paradox. The sensation of his warmth. His beating heart. A heart shared. In truth, he had given it up long ago. There were few things he hadn't given up, at one point or another, time and again.
Her.
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Art: Me
Kayin: WanderingPariah
Ariyah: Symphonicascension

Description
Commission for WanderingPariah ♥
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You did it again.. she sighed inwardly brushing a twilit paw over his brow. She let out a long breath, her slender features transforming from the disapproving frown she had worn to one of genuine concern. Somehow he always managed to end up this way - or worse. Constantly putting himself in the way of harm. Almost with a desperate urge to speak to Death herself, it seemed. Sometimes she resented him for it, deeply. And then, in those private moments she found a strange pride for his actions, no matter how reckless. How often did he watch over and guide others, to his own detriment?
How often did he interfere breaking the rules when he knew what it might cost him? They both knew the answer far too well. And yet, while his body lay broken and mending, his resolve hadn't. Ariyah moved a soft, feather light paw over his eyes; delicately caressing his battered and bruised mortal form. What a strange dichotomy of existence. Fragile and yet.. with such strength. It was a curious paradox. The sensation of his warmth. His beating heart. A heart shared. In truth, he had given it up long ago. There were few things he hadn't given up, at one point or another, time and again.
Her.
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Art: Me
Kayin: WanderingPariah
Ariyah: Symphonicascension