Marin and Damien

Walking on a little further, he came up to the battlements above the castle where the final battle had taken place and found a mouse with an arrow protruding from his chest; the slave Fane had used as a shield earlier. Sighing sadly he walked over and knelt down by the brown furred mouse, propping him up against the wall gently and supporting his head as he swiftly removed the arrow from his body. Minutes later, a sharp gasp came from the injured mouse and his eyes shot open. The slave trembled and recoiled away from him, backing against the wall and clutching his bleeding chest.

“V-Va rog, Îmi pare rău… s'il vous plait, Monsieur, m-mi dispiace… ” he muttered quietly, so weak and disoriented that he mixed up the three languages he knew.

“It’s alright,” the other replied in Romanian. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” He shook his head in pity as the other shivered and groaned slightly in pain. “How many times has he killed you…”

-from the Epilogue of "Echoes in my Mind" fav.me/d7y8t75

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I love writing/drawing any interaction between Marin and Damien, and for some reason I've especially always wanted to color this sketch from this sketchdump fav.me/d79sfju It only took me 2 years to get around to doing it  I pretty much re-made the sketch though because my style has changed since then.

And I'm still terrible with titles for my stuff as you can see

Damien Ferka Sorena (c)
Marin Nicolescu (c)Me

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