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New Pieces; LJ-Crossposting

May 31st, 2008, 3:35 pm; Filed under Development, Sensorial'Org, Sketchblog; (Comments)

Friends on my LiveJournal will have noticed that my Art and Design posts are being broadcasted to you via my domain. I figured it’s more interesting than my uneventful Real Life. Besides, I’ve met most of you from either fandom or design communities anyways =) In the meantime, I’ve still working out the kinks of this plugin. Edits to the entry are being posted as a new journal entries so I apologize if I’m spamming your Friends page.

Two new pieces in the art gallery: Descent (Original) and Second Chance (BSSM fanart)

I don’t know why nobody has complained about the readability of it to me before, but I’ve increased the font size on the site as well as darkened the colour used for emphasis’s. It was hurting my eyes.

Second Chance

May 31st, 2008, 2:00 pm; Filed under Art, Art Gallery, Sketchblog; (2 Comments)

Second Chance

He visits everyday, and sometimes twice a day, for hours at time. Neither rain nor snow ever stopped him. He would inform him that his father tires more easily now, but his mother is regaining her health thanks Zoisite’s constant coaxing. Soon, she will be able to help ease her husband’s burden again. And he tells him he doesn’t need to worry about Ajax because Jadeite is taking excellent care of his stallion, temperamental though it is having gone so long without its master’s attention. Surprisingly, Nephrite is the restless one, unable to find a suitable distraction. He has volunteered to attend the hearing of every boundary dispute, never staying in one place for long.

Some days he doesn’t come to talk. Instead, he’ll sit quietly at the base enjoying the company of the stone. For him, the statue makes lousy conversation, but nature seems to like him well enough; birds would rest on his head, squirrels would scurry across his feet, and Mother Nature herself would settle a layer of moss over his shoulders as though to warm him. If he stays very still, the wind seems to carry to his ears the sounds his laughter, consoling him with the illusion that he’s right beside him in flesh and blood. Like therapy, he will be rejuvenated then. So until his prince is ready to emerge from his cocoon and restore the equilibrium to their lives, he will visit everyday, sometimes twice a day, for hours at time. Neither rain nor snow will stop him.

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