Someone asked me a while back to draw Lucien in Night Court attire, and I wasn’t quite sure what to draw until this came to me in the middle of the night.
Lucien in Mor, Amren, and Feyre’s iconic outfits.
here’s just one for now–I’ll reblog with more as I do them.
I decided to do a mix of pastels and coloured pencils for this one. Sorry that it’s a little messy, I’m still experimenting. I am happy with the overall look though!
A second one! I’m getting the hang of this technique, think! (Thank you for allowing me to experiment with this lovely prompt)
here’s just one for now–I’ll reblog with more as I do them.
I decided to do a mix of pastels and coloured pencils for this one. Sorry that it’s a little messy, I’m still experimenting. I am happy with the overall look though!
A second one! I’m getting the hang of this technique, think! (Thank you for allowing me to experiment with this lovely prompt)
here’s just one for now–I’ll reblog with more as I do them.
I decided to do a mix of pastels and coloured pencils for this one. Sorry that it’s a little messy, I’m still experimenting. I am happy with the overall look though!
Someone asked me a while back to draw Lucien in Night Court attire, and I wasn’t quite sure what to draw until this came to me in the middle of the night.
Lucien in Mor, Amren, and Feyre’s iconic outfits.
Funny that you request this as I’m currently nursing my poor sunburned chest
anyway, here it is! Short and sweet and totally fun to write
Elain sat straddling Lucien, but not for the reason she wanted.
If he had listened to her, they could be doing something far more than spreading aloe vera on a sunburn.
“I told you to use that raspberry oil to prevent a burn, my love.” She scooped more gel from the succulent plant and spread it across his red and abused shoulders. The skin underneath her fingers was still hot from the day in the sun.
“I forgot,” Lucien murmured. He had leaned his head back and now his eyes were half lidded. “We were having too much fun.”
Indeed, Elain’s first beach day had been fun. Her and Lucien’s vacation to the Summer Court had been nothing but fun, until she caught sight of Lucien’s red shoulders, chest, and nose.
“Not so much fun now, is it?”
“It’s not all that bad.”
“Lucien, you look like a strawberry.”
“Ah, but I get to have your hands all over me now,” he winked.
Elain slapped his chest as hard as she dared. “You’re a scoundrel, you know that?”
“You may have told me once or twice. But you’ve also called me and angel, and a god, and what was that thing you said about my fingers?”
“I may have told you again tonight if you hadn’t gone and gotten yourself a sunburn.” Elain put her hands on Lucien’s cheeks and angled his head to be facing her. His eyes opened fully, the metal one whirring. Almost absently, he leaned in closer. With a smirk, Elain pulled away. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait.” She slathered aloe on his nose.
Lucien would not doubt remember to protect his skin from now on.
Funny that you request this as I’m currently nursing my poor sunburned chest
anyway, here it is! Short and sweet and totally fun to write
Elain sat straddling Lucien, but not for the reason she wanted.
If he had listened to her, they could be doing something far more than spreading aloe vera on a sunburn.
“I told you to use that raspberry oil to prevent a burn, my love.” She scooped more gel from the succulent plant and spread it across his red and abused shoulders. The skin underneath her fingers was still hot from the day in the sun.
“I forgot,” Lucien murmured. He had leaned his head back and now his eyes were half lidded. “We were having too much fun.”
Indeed, Elain’s first beach day had been fun. Her and Lucien’s vacation to the Summer Court had been nothing but fun, until she caught sight of Lucien’s red shoulders, chest, and nose.
“Not so much fun now, is it?”
“It’s not all that bad.”
“Lucien, you look like a strawberry.”
“Ah, but I get to have your hands all over me now,” he winked.
Elain slapped his chest as hard as she dared. “You’re a scoundrel, you know that?”
“You may have told me once or twice. But you’ve also called me and angel, and a god, and what was that thing you said about my fingers?”
“I may have told you again tonight if you hadn’t gone and gotten yourself a sunburn.” Elain put her hands on Lucien’s cheeks and angled his head to be facing her. His eyes opened fully, the metal one whirring. Almost absently, he leaned in closer. With a smirk, Elain pulled away. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait.” She slathered aloe on his nose.
Lucien would not doubt remember to protect his skin from now on.
She is sitting with her face toward the sun, like a flower searching for light. Her eyes are just barely closed, as if she were drifting off to sleep. Her bare legs stretch out before her.
I walk up behind her and fix the shawl that has fallen from her shoulders. She does not move, but I sense through the bond that she knows I am here. Without a word, I sit next to her on the cool grass. I feel the damp cool of the early Spring ground, and wish that one of us had brought a blanket.
The sun warm me, though. I feel its heat on the top of my head, and turn my face to the light, as Elain already has. I close my eyes and listen.
Wind blows through the still bare branches of the trees. The first of the Spring birds chirp their melodies, frogs croak in the pond. Two chipmunks squeak at each other from sides of the garden.
Distantly, I hear the bustle of Velaris, but here, it’s just me, Elain, and the garden.
The moment holds a hundred years worth of feeling.
A breeze cools my now warm cheeks, blowing strand of hair in my face.
Elain reaches across the small distance between us and takes my hand in hers. Her delicate fingers are cold in mine. She brings our clasped hands to her chest, right against her heart, which is beating slow and evenly.
I absently rub my thumb along the side of her hand.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this. I rest my head on her shoulder, and she leans into me. Our legs become entangled like the roots of the trees around us. We become a part of the scene–one with renewing garden.
The sounds carry on, the wind continues to blow.
But we are frozen in time, holding on to the moment.
We relish in our existence, and the beauty of it all.
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