Final Fantasy XIV: Commission of J’takra for @sunbeasts
Digital Art; Clip Paint Studio • Time Taken approx six hours
[there was an awful lot of adjusting in this video... you can see it below!]
✎ Watch the process video here!
Ohh heeyyy there. Hehe. Can’t resist a cutie red headed miqo’te, eh?
I had my choice of outfit to draw him in... It was so hard to pick, let me tell you.
And seriously, check out this artists’ work. Ugh, so good!
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Madoc Parnell peered to Arshtat. Still at a bit of a loss, he murmured, "I'm sorry, luv..."
Arshtat Ejinn drew her eyes up slowly, drawing her brother's head into her lap. "Part of... part of me knew this is how it would end..."
Madoc gave a low hum, looking down at the robed figure. "It took a lot of courage to do what you did. He'd have been proud of you."
She shakes her head, raising a hand to wipe fresh tears away, "This... this wasn't courage..."
His brows pinched at her tears, and he shifted to sit closer to her and would put an arm around her. "It was," he assured. "To do what you knew you had to do, even if you didn't want to do it. That's courage, if I've ever seen it." He looked back to the fallen Xaela. "Do you want me to lay him somewhere? The floor's not the right place."
"I should have never come here....and now... J'takra..." she curls slightly over his prone form again. "I... I don't know... I can't even give him to the river..."
"He'll be all right," he said in a confident, though quiet, tone. "He's got a team of healers lookin' over him now." He frowns, looking over the figure again in thought. "Might not be the same river as in the Steppes, but there are rivers here. Could do...somethin'."
Arshtat gives a small nod, "I'll... I'll take him there... just..." she quiets, biting down any further tears, leaning heavily on Madoc a moment.
He looked back down at her, the one arm around her back, and the other reaching to hold her securely to him. He murmured quietly, "Cry. Scream. Do what you've got to do to grieve, luv, there's no shame in it."
She broke down in the hold, unable to stop another sob and shaking against him as she cried. "I wanted... I wanted to save him..."
Madoc held her tightly, not hushing her sobs. "You did. Not in the way that you wanted, but you did. Now you've got to honor him with your own life, aye? Keep living, stronger than ever, for his sake."
Arshtat quiets after a few long minutes, her sobs fading out as exhaustion set it. Her eyes dropped down, catching sight of the blood staining the other's pants and she stiffened again, "Did you... a-are you hurt...?"
Madoc gave a reassuring smirk as he glanced down at his red-stained pants. "Hah, just a scratch. Looks worse than it is." He turned to look her over. "You all right?"
She frowned at the wound all the same, shaking her head, "I... I'm fine..." There was a small bleeding wound across her shoulder from a stray shard of ice, and a blossoming bruise across her back just visible under her shirt. "Fine..." her eyes flick to her brother a moment, again.
Madoc noticed the wounds, brows furrowing slightly, but he didn't comment on them. "You should get some rest," he gently advised. "I can take your brother to the infirmary for now."
Arshtat bites a lip again, "I'd... I'd like to see the others. And I..." she pauses, looking at the remains of the entryway. "I don't... want to be in this room any more..."
He nodded, giving her arm a comforting rub. "Let's go see the others then, aye? They're all probably still in the infirmary."
She gives a small nod, slowly getting to her feet as she pulled away from him.
Madoc Parnell smiled--not smirked!--up at her and got to his feet. The smile soon faded as he looked down at her brother, then carefully lifted him up.
Arshtat tried to keep her gaze away from her brother's limp body, rubbing her fingers along her eyes before following.
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