Rheumy cataracts stared blankly down at him, all too aware to simply be blind.
His heart lay bare, beating its rhythm in defiance of what is meant to be. Green wound its way about the muscle, giving every bloodway an unnatural pallor.
His heart lay bare, beating its rhythm in defiance of what is meant to be. Green wound its way about the muscle, giving every bloodway an unnatural pallor.
His heart lay bare, beating its rhythm in defiance of what is meant to be. Green wound its way about the muscle, giving every bloodway an unnatural pallor.
His heart lay bare, beating its rhythm in defiance of what is meant to be. Green wound its way about the muscle, giving every bloodway an unnatural pallor.
~Illustrator for The Chronicles of An Domhan~
Revered as they are, they still bear the scars of the Oneiroi. Scars that show they are no longer of mortal being. Tubes, valves, hose, and brass riveted across their bodies and connecting them to the support machines and the great oppressive array.
Revered as they are, they still bear the scars of the Oneiroi. Scars that show they are no longer of mortal being. Tubes, valves, hose, and brass riveted across their bodies and connecting them to the support machines and the great oppressive array.
Love all the details used to visualize the twins
Revered as they are, they still bear the scars of the Oneiroi. Scars that show they are no longer of mortal being. Tubes, valves, hose, and brass riveted across their bodies and connecting them to the support machines and the great oppressive array.
