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Home is where the haunt is/
Those wounds won't lick themselves/
So good thing you're not alone/
He's been here all along/
You can't see him, but you know he's there/
The ghost in the corner of the room/
Knows what you sleep in/
When you're dreaming and of who/
Some things never change/
Maybe that's okay/
Home is where the haunt is/
The past still present tense/
Need more time to mourn/
But you shouldn't sulk for too long/
Because you look like hell/
An accidental version of yourself/
You can't just forget all the other lives you've lived/
The ghost in the corner of the room/
Knows how you're feeling/
'Cause you're dead to him, too/
Some things never change/
Maybe that's okay/
'Cause I know how you hate to sleep alone/
- American Football - "Home Is Where The Haunt Is"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNCSwyDOETI
Colorado Springs, Colorado / October 17th / 6:05 P.M.
Elise Zeelie did what she could to seek seclusion from most other park visitors, but unfortunately, this proved difficult to accomplish than expected. Upon reflection, the coyote was unsure why she supposed avoiding people entirely would be worth the effort. It was the nature of things in Colorado. Little effort was ever needed to motivate the vast majority to experience the great outdoors. Even now in the shadow of the setting sun, the comfortable, autumnal temperature encouraged many, both young and old alike, to enjoy the suite of natural attractions surrounding the picturesque vistas of Pikes Peak. Unlike most others, Elise didn’t dress for the same occasion. While the other visitors wore casual, laidback clothing more suited for exercise, she prepared for colder conditions soon to come with skinny blue jeans and a white puffer vest. It was fair to assume from her outfit alone that Elise was quite keen on pink. Her rose pink Vans Half Cabs and compatibly pink Thrasher t-shirt neatly stressed this specific preference.
“For once, I hope he approaches me like a normal person,” Elise said, brushing aside locks of ash blonde hair from her eyes. “It’ll be a nice change of pace from his usual schtick of showing up out of nowhere. Though, I do like it how Freyr keeps me on my toes.”
Leaning against a cedar split-rail fence, Elise kept a watchful eye on a couple in their early thirties shepherd their two young kits downhill toward the nature center. Watching this lively and supportive family pass by on the pervious concrete pavement elicited a dull, melancholic ache. Their presence provoked old memories as they disappeared below her line of sight. Composed of evocative vignettes recounting everything from hiking nearby Hurricane Canyon to snowboarding remote Lesotho, this poignant collage she conjured was reflecting an ordinary life the coyote no longer recognized. Hoping to stymie these unpleasant feelings, Elise chose this time to distract her restless mind by absently checking notifications. Yet try as she might, the coyote was unable to escape the compulsion to ruminate.
“You’d think it would get easier over time—adapting to change,” said the pale coyote, using her thumb to swipe the phone screen, “but no matter how much time passes, I never seem to leave square one. What am I doing wrong? Have I learned nothing in the past five years?”
“Lady Pazuzu? That’s you, I take it?” A voice asked from behind as a clawed hand deftly snatched the phone from Elise’s hand. “I’ve got no clue what you’re referencing with a name like that, but I’m hoping you’ll inform me?”
Unsurprised by this sudden intrusion, the pale coyote smiled and said over her shoulder, “Keep sneaking up on me, and I might not be so generous.”
The intruder in question was somebody Elise intimately recognized. He was an arctic fox with the youthful appearance of a recent high school graduate. He donned a dark grey overcoat atop a striped sweater consisting of stark, grayscale tones. The fox had also tucked this same sweater into a pair of slim-fit blue jeans held in place by a simple brown belt. Where shades of grey weren’t predominately utilized, the colors red and blue were strategically positioned at the fore. Even in the low light, this deliberate, discernible pattern specifically revealed itself with his two-toned and checkered Vans sneakers and knitted, hygge cap. The latter of which hid a head of pale blond hair whose bangs just barely spilled past the brim. The abrasive, artificial light cast from the screen reflected two warped crescents of half-lidded blue hues off the fox’s Ray-Ban eyeglasses. If one could possibly see through these two cathodic searchlights, they would soon perceive a set of eyes whose true color and substance was no less baleful or distressing than the incessantly unpleasant electronic cyan engendered by the smart phone.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time I see you loitering from afar,” said the fox, grinning softly at the coyote. “Admittedly, my schtick is becoming routine.”
As he looked up from the screen, his undeniably red eyes became alarmingly conspicuous and impossible to ignore.
“I’m still curious about this username of yours, Ellie. What are you referencing with ‘Lady Pazuzu’ of all things?”
“Comics and movies, mostly,” she replied unperturbed.
“I should have known,” he said, presenting her the phone with a clawed hand. “That’s why an old man like me wasn’t up to speed.”
In one fluid motion, Elise pocketed her smart phone and embraced the arctic fox.
“I’m glad you came, Uncle Freyr.”
“It’s been too long hasn’t it?” Freyr remarked, reciprocating her hug in turn. “Your mother says you’ve been managing well at Boulder. Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you studying computer engineering?”
“Computer science,” Elise clarified with a small laugh. “I love you, but swear to God, I think I’ve told you the difference a half-dozen times already. To keep it simple, one’s more about hardware, and the other software.”
“I’ve still got much to learn myself, but can the same be said for you? Has your first semester of university proved enlightening?”
“The sixteen credit hours I’m wasting on Gen Eds has made me reconsider my priorities. The scholarships make it easier to put up with, but after spending all this money, we’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“All in due time, Elise. In a few short months, you’ll be well on your way to making the most of your college experience. Just you wait.”
“I’ll take your word for it, but now that you’re here,” the coyote segued, vaulting over the cedar fence,” we can move on to more exciting news. Follow me.”
“I’m guessing by the way you move you’d prefer to divulge this exciting news in private?” Freyr asked, laughing as he shadowed Elise.
“Too many prying eyes for my liking,” said the pale coyote, treading uphill beside one of the many jagged hogbacks that dotted the park. “What I want to share isn’t meant for anyone else but you. Out of all the people in my life who should know better, Frey, you’re the only one who’d understand.”
“I like what you’ve done with your hair,” the man said with a slight grin as he wove a path between pint-size evergreens and thorny bushes. “Last time I saw you, Ellie, you were hiding your face behind your bangs. At least now the two of us can make direct eye contact when we talk.”
Elise then loosed a low, stifled chuckle as her feet kicked up a small dust cloud in their wake.
“From where I stand, that was more observation,” said the arctic fox, his smile unchanging, “but you seem to have other thoughts.”
“I didn’t think you, of all people, would care all that much.”
“Me of all people?”
“For the sake of argument, let’s assume last time you were here, I was using my hair to hide. If that were the case, I’d assume you of all people could relate. I’ve known you my whole life, Uncle Freyr, and yet I’ve still got no clue where you live. Even Mom, who’s known you for twice as long, doesn’t know much more than I do. If that isn’t hiding, then I don’t know what is.”
“As much as I’d prefer to tell you more, to do so now may inadvertently and irreversibly complicate your life in ways you could never foresee. I hope one day this will change, but until then, it’s best you stay in the dark. I say that for both you and your mother.”
“You won’t like me saying it,” Elise said, cautiously stepping over loose scree as they approached the summit, “but the longer I listen, the more you remind me of him.”
“Niels?” asked the arctic fox, keenly aware of who she insinuated.
“What’s funny is that Dad—almost verbatim—said the exact same thing about my hair and me hiding behind it. It’s not just the hair either. You both share an eerie fondness for keeping secrets from me.”
“He’s in town, isn’t he?” Freyr asked, his tenor becoming increasingly more detached. “That’s why you drove to Colorado Springs in the first place.”
“Yeah, early this week, he got back from Mauritania where his outfit was guarding some mining operation in the Sahara. Dad said he came down to The Springs to meet with his military contact at Cheyenne Mountain. Told me his PMC could get more legitimate work around the Horn of Africa.”
“If only to make the world a better place, I’m sure.”
After sighing heavily, Elise said, “With him gone most the year, I barely know when he’ll be home from assignment. The Circuit’s been his sole focus since the divorce, and it’s only getting worse. These days, Dad hardly has time for much else, so he tries to make it up to me whenever he’s in the States and we’re both free. The man goes all out, too. He still gives me souvenirs the way he did back in third grade. They’re always the same kitschy trinkets from places like Khartoum and N’Djamena. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort, but after a while, he’s got to realize that times have changed. I won’t be his little hartlam forever.”
Elise was so swept up in the flow of conversation that she had yet to notice the ground leveling beneath their feet as they summited the mesa. Before the coyote could further dawdle and ramble, Freyr gently seized both her arms from behind to stop her abruptly.
“Ellie, you can stop moving now,” he murmured. “We’re here.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” said the coyote, sheepishly snapping into focus. “I wanted to articulate my thoughts before I got distracted by everything.
Atop the mesa, the stunning splendor encompassing Garden of the Gods became abundantly apparent. The setting sun had ushered in a cover of dense fog which veiled the valley below in a portentous shroud. The scenic and frequently photographed hogbacks arose this fine mist like several serrated islands surrounded by an opaque sea of majestic bristlecones. The pale coyote stared reflectively into the fiery heart of the cloudy sky at evenfall as she strode toward the clearing.
“Keep your eyes on me, okay? I know people with eyesight like yours won’t lose me in the dark but bear with me. You’ll see me soon enough.”
With both arms dangling, she closed her eyes and slowly flexed her fingers. As Elise exhaled, a peculiar stirring of high strangeness surfaced in the way of soft blue light steadily enveloping her fingertips. In short order, this mysterious, ethereal glow deliberately pooled into each open palm where, upon amalgamating, strengthened with excitement. Erupting with a sudden flourish, the preternatural light billowed upward like a gust of wind up until it wholly consumed the coyote. Left behind where she stood was a most curious sight. The place Elise once occupied was now vacant, but Freyr could still see the faint trace of a shimmering cocoon outlined in a nigh-undetectable sphere. Wide-eyed and inspired, the arctic fox observed with rapt interest as this same iridescent sphere swiftly engulfed the entire clearing in a comparable burst of light. Once the shimmering energy stabilized into an otherworldly, pellucid dome, Freyr could see from the inside that the pale coyote remained stationary in the center.
“Remarkable,” he breathed, his spectacled eyes glinting in the dying light. “With power like this, you can hide from anyone. Even vampires like me would take issue. Elise, don’t tell me that accident five years ago is solely responsible for all these gifts of yours.”
“It’s my own personal cloaking device. Not only that, but this energy I cast can also dampen or absorb sound waves much like what you see in anechoic chambers. I’ve been practicing lately in hopes of asking you a few private questions once we met up.”
“I’m impressed,” he said, grinning so wide as to disclose a single set of sharp fangs. “Though, I’m afraid you’ll only get one answer out of me today. It doesn’t matter what you ask, that’s all you’ll get.”
“’Freyr’ isn’t your real name. I know that much. If that is true, then who are you really?”
“Kristján,” the man promptly answered. “My real name is Kristján Jǫðurrsson.”
With a raised brow, Elise asked, “What is that? Your name. Is it like Danish or even Norwegian?”
“Danish? No,” he chuckled without an ounce of pretense. “It’s Icelandic.”
“‘Freyr’ suits me better. A name like that is one I can actually pronounce.”
“Are you, at least, going to thank me for my generosity? After all,” teased the arctic fox with a toothy grin. “I answered more than just one question.”
“I won’t stop there either,” the coyote retorted, smiling herself. “There’s still so much I don’t know about you, Uncle Freyr. For one, why come to Colorado in October?”
“I’m planning on visiting an old, old friend of mine,” he said, the man’s tone assuming a clearly wistful inflection despite his overall cheer. “I should say, he’s more like the oldest, living blood relative I have left. Coincidentally, Colorado is between here and his home in Sedona; so why not pay you and your mother visit while I’m at it?”
“I guess that makes sense,” the coyote shrugged, “Anyway, if this old friend of yours is pretty much family, then let’s meet him. I bet he’s got plenty of stories to tell.”
“When the time’s right, Elise,” said the arctic fox, his smile sharpening, “you most certainly will.”
I want to extend my thanks to
aerokat for what you see here. She did an absolutely fabulous job bringing Elise and Freyr to life. That's to be expected though. She always puts in plenty of hard work and effort in these commissions, and this one is no exception.
If you'd like what you see here, check out Aero's page for more great art!
Also, if anyone is curious, here's the link for her Patreon page:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix/posts
art is © aerokat
Elise Zeelie and Kristján "Freyr" Jǫðurrsson are ©
nazcapilot
Those wounds won't lick themselves/
So good thing you're not alone/
He's been here all along/
You can't see him, but you know he's there/
The ghost in the corner of the room/
Knows what you sleep in/
When you're dreaming and of who/
Some things never change/
Maybe that's okay/
Home is where the haunt is/
The past still present tense/
Need more time to mourn/
But you shouldn't sulk for too long/
Because you look like hell/
An accidental version of yourself/
You can't just forget all the other lives you've lived/
The ghost in the corner of the room/
Knows how you're feeling/
'Cause you're dead to him, too/
Some things never change/
Maybe that's okay/
'Cause I know how you hate to sleep alone/
- American Football - "Home Is Where The Haunt Is"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNCSwyDOETI
Colorado Springs, Colorado / October 17th / 6:05 P.M.
Elise Zeelie did what she could to seek seclusion from most other park visitors, but unfortunately, this proved difficult to accomplish than expected. Upon reflection, the coyote was unsure why she supposed avoiding people entirely would be worth the effort. It was the nature of things in Colorado. Little effort was ever needed to motivate the vast majority to experience the great outdoors. Even now in the shadow of the setting sun, the comfortable, autumnal temperature encouraged many, both young and old alike, to enjoy the suite of natural attractions surrounding the picturesque vistas of Pikes Peak. Unlike most others, Elise didn’t dress for the same occasion. While the other visitors wore casual, laidback clothing more suited for exercise, she prepared for colder conditions soon to come with skinny blue jeans and a white puffer vest. It was fair to assume from her outfit alone that Elise was quite keen on pink. Her rose pink Vans Half Cabs and compatibly pink Thrasher t-shirt neatly stressed this specific preference.
“For once, I hope he approaches me like a normal person,” Elise said, brushing aside locks of ash blonde hair from her eyes. “It’ll be a nice change of pace from his usual schtick of showing up out of nowhere. Though, I do like it how Freyr keeps me on my toes.”
Leaning against a cedar split-rail fence, Elise kept a watchful eye on a couple in their early thirties shepherd their two young kits downhill toward the nature center. Watching this lively and supportive family pass by on the pervious concrete pavement elicited a dull, melancholic ache. Their presence provoked old memories as they disappeared below her line of sight. Composed of evocative vignettes recounting everything from hiking nearby Hurricane Canyon to snowboarding remote Lesotho, this poignant collage she conjured was reflecting an ordinary life the coyote no longer recognized. Hoping to stymie these unpleasant feelings, Elise chose this time to distract her restless mind by absently checking notifications. Yet try as she might, the coyote was unable to escape the compulsion to ruminate.
“You’d think it would get easier over time—adapting to change,” said the pale coyote, using her thumb to swipe the phone screen, “but no matter how much time passes, I never seem to leave square one. What am I doing wrong? Have I learned nothing in the past five years?”
“Lady Pazuzu? That’s you, I take it?” A voice asked from behind as a clawed hand deftly snatched the phone from Elise’s hand. “I’ve got no clue what you’re referencing with a name like that, but I’m hoping you’ll inform me?”
Unsurprised by this sudden intrusion, the pale coyote smiled and said over her shoulder, “Keep sneaking up on me, and I might not be so generous.”
The intruder in question was somebody Elise intimately recognized. He was an arctic fox with the youthful appearance of a recent high school graduate. He donned a dark grey overcoat atop a striped sweater consisting of stark, grayscale tones. The fox had also tucked this same sweater into a pair of slim-fit blue jeans held in place by a simple brown belt. Where shades of grey weren’t predominately utilized, the colors red and blue were strategically positioned at the fore. Even in the low light, this deliberate, discernible pattern specifically revealed itself with his two-toned and checkered Vans sneakers and knitted, hygge cap. The latter of which hid a head of pale blond hair whose bangs just barely spilled past the brim. The abrasive, artificial light cast from the screen reflected two warped crescents of half-lidded blue hues off the fox’s Ray-Ban eyeglasses. If one could possibly see through these two cathodic searchlights, they would soon perceive a set of eyes whose true color and substance was no less baleful or distressing than the incessantly unpleasant electronic cyan engendered by the smart phone.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time I see you loitering from afar,” said the fox, grinning softly at the coyote. “Admittedly, my schtick is becoming routine.”
As he looked up from the screen, his undeniably red eyes became alarmingly conspicuous and impossible to ignore.
“I’m still curious about this username of yours, Ellie. What are you referencing with ‘Lady Pazuzu’ of all things?”
“Comics and movies, mostly,” she replied unperturbed.
“I should have known,” he said, presenting her the phone with a clawed hand. “That’s why an old man like me wasn’t up to speed.”
In one fluid motion, Elise pocketed her smart phone and embraced the arctic fox.
“I’m glad you came, Uncle Freyr.”
“It’s been too long hasn’t it?” Freyr remarked, reciprocating her hug in turn. “Your mother says you’ve been managing well at Boulder. Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you studying computer engineering?”
“Computer science,” Elise clarified with a small laugh. “I love you, but swear to God, I think I’ve told you the difference a half-dozen times already. To keep it simple, one’s more about hardware, and the other software.”
“I’ve still got much to learn myself, but can the same be said for you? Has your first semester of university proved enlightening?”
“The sixteen credit hours I’m wasting on Gen Eds has made me reconsider my priorities. The scholarships make it easier to put up with, but after spending all this money, we’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“All in due time, Elise. In a few short months, you’ll be well on your way to making the most of your college experience. Just you wait.”
“I’ll take your word for it, but now that you’re here,” the coyote segued, vaulting over the cedar fence,” we can move on to more exciting news. Follow me.”
“I’m guessing by the way you move you’d prefer to divulge this exciting news in private?” Freyr asked, laughing as he shadowed Elise.
“Too many prying eyes for my liking,” said the pale coyote, treading uphill beside one of the many jagged hogbacks that dotted the park. “What I want to share isn’t meant for anyone else but you. Out of all the people in my life who should know better, Frey, you’re the only one who’d understand.”
“I like what you’ve done with your hair,” the man said with a slight grin as he wove a path between pint-size evergreens and thorny bushes. “Last time I saw you, Ellie, you were hiding your face behind your bangs. At least now the two of us can make direct eye contact when we talk.”
Elise then loosed a low, stifled chuckle as her feet kicked up a small dust cloud in their wake.
“From where I stand, that was more observation,” said the arctic fox, his smile unchanging, “but you seem to have other thoughts.”
“I didn’t think you, of all people, would care all that much.”
“Me of all people?”
“For the sake of argument, let’s assume last time you were here, I was using my hair to hide. If that were the case, I’d assume you of all people could relate. I’ve known you my whole life, Uncle Freyr, and yet I’ve still got no clue where you live. Even Mom, who’s known you for twice as long, doesn’t know much more than I do. If that isn’t hiding, then I don’t know what is.”
“As much as I’d prefer to tell you more, to do so now may inadvertently and irreversibly complicate your life in ways you could never foresee. I hope one day this will change, but until then, it’s best you stay in the dark. I say that for both you and your mother.”
“You won’t like me saying it,” Elise said, cautiously stepping over loose scree as they approached the summit, “but the longer I listen, the more you remind me of him.”
“Niels?” asked the arctic fox, keenly aware of who she insinuated.
“What’s funny is that Dad—almost verbatim—said the exact same thing about my hair and me hiding behind it. It’s not just the hair either. You both share an eerie fondness for keeping secrets from me.”
“He’s in town, isn’t he?” Freyr asked, his tenor becoming increasingly more detached. “That’s why you drove to Colorado Springs in the first place.”
“Yeah, early this week, he got back from Mauritania where his outfit was guarding some mining operation in the Sahara. Dad said he came down to The Springs to meet with his military contact at Cheyenne Mountain. Told me his PMC could get more legitimate work around the Horn of Africa.”
“If only to make the world a better place, I’m sure.”
After sighing heavily, Elise said, “With him gone most the year, I barely know when he’ll be home from assignment. The Circuit’s been his sole focus since the divorce, and it’s only getting worse. These days, Dad hardly has time for much else, so he tries to make it up to me whenever he’s in the States and we’re both free. The man goes all out, too. He still gives me souvenirs the way he did back in third grade. They’re always the same kitschy trinkets from places like Khartoum and N’Djamena. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort, but after a while, he’s got to realize that times have changed. I won’t be his little hartlam forever.”
Elise was so swept up in the flow of conversation that she had yet to notice the ground leveling beneath their feet as they summited the mesa. Before the coyote could further dawdle and ramble, Freyr gently seized both her arms from behind to stop her abruptly.
“Ellie, you can stop moving now,” he murmured. “We’re here.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” said the coyote, sheepishly snapping into focus. “I wanted to articulate my thoughts before I got distracted by everything.
Atop the mesa, the stunning splendor encompassing Garden of the Gods became abundantly apparent. The setting sun had ushered in a cover of dense fog which veiled the valley below in a portentous shroud. The scenic and frequently photographed hogbacks arose this fine mist like several serrated islands surrounded by an opaque sea of majestic bristlecones. The pale coyote stared reflectively into the fiery heart of the cloudy sky at evenfall as she strode toward the clearing.
“Keep your eyes on me, okay? I know people with eyesight like yours won’t lose me in the dark but bear with me. You’ll see me soon enough.”
With both arms dangling, she closed her eyes and slowly flexed her fingers. As Elise exhaled, a peculiar stirring of high strangeness surfaced in the way of soft blue light steadily enveloping her fingertips. In short order, this mysterious, ethereal glow deliberately pooled into each open palm where, upon amalgamating, strengthened with excitement. Erupting with a sudden flourish, the preternatural light billowed upward like a gust of wind up until it wholly consumed the coyote. Left behind where she stood was a most curious sight. The place Elise once occupied was now vacant, but Freyr could still see the faint trace of a shimmering cocoon outlined in a nigh-undetectable sphere. Wide-eyed and inspired, the arctic fox observed with rapt interest as this same iridescent sphere swiftly engulfed the entire clearing in a comparable burst of light. Once the shimmering energy stabilized into an otherworldly, pellucid dome, Freyr could see from the inside that the pale coyote remained stationary in the center.
“Remarkable,” he breathed, his spectacled eyes glinting in the dying light. “With power like this, you can hide from anyone. Even vampires like me would take issue. Elise, don’t tell me that accident five years ago is solely responsible for all these gifts of yours.”
“It’s my own personal cloaking device. Not only that, but this energy I cast can also dampen or absorb sound waves much like what you see in anechoic chambers. I’ve been practicing lately in hopes of asking you a few private questions once we met up.”
“I’m impressed,” he said, grinning so wide as to disclose a single set of sharp fangs. “Though, I’m afraid you’ll only get one answer out of me today. It doesn’t matter what you ask, that’s all you’ll get.”
“’Freyr’ isn’t your real name. I know that much. If that is true, then who are you really?”
“Kristján,” the man promptly answered. “My real name is Kristján Jǫðurrsson.”
With a raised brow, Elise asked, “What is that? Your name. Is it like Danish or even Norwegian?”
“Danish? No,” he chuckled without an ounce of pretense. “It’s Icelandic.”
“‘Freyr’ suits me better. A name like that is one I can actually pronounce.”
“Are you, at least, going to thank me for my generosity? After all,” teased the arctic fox with a toothy grin. “I answered more than just one question.”
“I won’t stop there either,” the coyote retorted, smiling herself. “There’s still so much I don’t know about you, Uncle Freyr. For one, why come to Colorado in October?”
“I’m planning on visiting an old, old friend of mine,” he said, the man’s tone assuming a clearly wistful inflection despite his overall cheer. “I should say, he’s more like the oldest, living blood relative I have left. Coincidentally, Colorado is between here and his home in Sedona; so why not pay you and your mother visit while I’m at it?”
“I guess that makes sense,” the coyote shrugged, “Anyway, if this old friend of yours is pretty much family, then let’s meet him. I bet he’s got plenty of stories to tell.”
“When the time’s right, Elise,” said the arctic fox, his smile sharpening, “you most certainly will.”
I want to extend my thanks to
aerokat for what you see here. She did an absolutely fabulous job bringing Elise and Freyr to life. That's to be expected though. She always puts in plenty of hard work and effort in these commissions, and this one is no exception. If you'd like what you see here, check out Aero's page for more great art!
Also, if anyone is curious, here's the link for her Patreon page:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix/posts
art is ©
aerokatElise Zeelie and Kristján "Freyr" Jǫðurrsson are ©
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