oh god, oh fuck
ii. busts & headshots
iii. interaction art
iv. pixels & icons
‘Liam doesn’t speak, but he has a certain fondness in his eyes. Valor must mean a lot. There’s a slight shine of sadness the back of his pupils.
‘Liam chuffles quietly, a smile on his muzzle. Is it a joke you’re asking about Henry? The two go everywhere together.
Henry blinks, deadpanned. “He’s got a bag.” She replies. A few moments pass. Hen ruffles for feathers. She sorts her wings, zipping up dirty feathers. ...... “He’s my friend.”
* Liam makes rapid hand movements- ☹︎□︎◆︎♎︎📬︎ ☠︎♓︎♍︎♏︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎📬︎ [ loud. Nice, though ]
SCREE SCREE!! SCRACK
'Liam smiles at the mention of Mallory's name. His face shows happiness, but his eyes show sorrow. He misses his sister. His real sister. But... he still loves the one he has now.
Liam has a warm smile on his face. He stares down at the kitten.... and promptly knocks Esther over. Ah the duties of an older brother.
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