“This isn’t a lovey-dovey ‘we’ll be together forever’ kind of relationship. You like me and I like you, it’s that simple. I dig simple. No stupid drama, no hijinx, and if it’s done it’s done. But hey, you totally seem to get that and that’s why it’s working; and until you manage to do something horrible enough for me to stop liking you… well, let’s just say you have your work cut out for you in that regard.”

“I like to think we’re just polar opposites of a sorta good kind and leave it at that. Saves me a handful of grey hairs from trying too hard to figure it all out.”

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Dayum it’s been almost two years since I started writing about Rey and Fiela, figured it was high time the two reared their heads. Said head-rearing was done by the ultra-bitchin’  wordswithoutmalice, who is not just an accomplished artist with a particularly distinguishable art style, but was also very patient and flexible with someone (like me perchance) who had never touched the idea of commissions prior. Go check out her gallery if this strikes your interest in any way!

Here we see Fiela giving her little bun a mischievous grin, while said shoulder-mounted lagomorph (the best kind) just ain’t havin’ it this time. Or is trying really hard not to. Girl can’t have her way all the time, after all—and besides, she likes it much more when there’s a teensy bit of spit and rumble in her yellow-belly, even if that entails simply not turning to jelly every now and then.

That abysmal title is in fact a relevant pun. Oh, and should mention it here: the sizes are not accurately to scale as they are in the stories they are from.

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