
It was cute in the beginning. She was a light in his darkness, or so she thought. Every waking moment was with her, and for the first time, she felt wanted in a strange land where judging eyes followed her. Maybe because he was judged as well. A demon, they called him. But she saw something else.
But, with time, and the birth of their son Manji, it all started to change. He'd leave more and more.. sometimes for days at a time, and she'd swear she caught a stray scent from him that was.. feminine. Too many nights spent alone with a crying infant and nobody to go to; still a stranger in a strange land. To keep the child from picking up on her pain, she'd use magics, illusions to distract him and entertain him. Parlor tricks she picked up through her travels with 'Fae' folk.
...Some days... are just worse than others.
Little bit of vent art I started doodling yesterday morning? I was having a very blue day just out of nowhere lol
Great Grandma Katherin with her tot Manji. Old old OLD RP/story stuff from many years ago, but it makes for pretty art.
Katherine and Manji are ©
kathy-lu (Myself)
But, with time, and the birth of their son Manji, it all started to change. He'd leave more and more.. sometimes for days at a time, and she'd swear she caught a stray scent from him that was.. feminine. Too many nights spent alone with a crying infant and nobody to go to; still a stranger in a strange land. To keep the child from picking up on her pain, she'd use magics, illusions to distract him and entertain him. Parlor tricks she picked up through her travels with 'Fae' folk.
...Some days... are just worse than others.
Little bit of vent art I started doodling yesterday morning? I was having a very blue day just out of nowhere lol
Great Grandma Katherin with her tot Manji. Old old OLD RP/story stuff from many years ago, but it makes for pretty art.
Katherine and Manji are ©

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For some reason, this one made my cry a lot out of nowhere.
The clash of tone in this piece (a cute happy child and the sad/crying mother) somehow made the whole thing a million times sader in my brain
and my emotions went all "bluescreen" on me. Even more so that she conjured up the butterfly.
EDIT: Maybe its also something subliminal from my past that matches this mix of circumstance to provoke such a reaction, I dont know.
The clash of tone in this piece (a cute happy child and the sad/crying mother) somehow made the whole thing a million times sader in my brain
and my emotions went all "bluescreen" on me. Even more so that she conjured up the butterfly.
EDIT: Maybe its also something subliminal from my past that matches this mix of circumstance to provoke such a reaction, I dont know.
No, she's Creeish (Ireland in our ((Husband and mine's)) story.) This is her great grandmother who traveled a lot as a merchant for the first half of her life, and she rooted herself in our world's version of Japan for about five years. Long enough to end up with a baby.
Hence the "stranger in a strange land" line in the desc.
Hence the "stranger in a strange land" line in the desc.
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