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ART: Some art for Brancher
I have entered into a dangerous pact, in which I try to muster my questionable and meager art skills into something presentable in exchange for pornography, of the undead variety. It is reminiscent of deals desperate people strike with the dark prince of the underworld, except that I was going to draw the art ANYWAY so really this entire metaphor is silly.
So here are the results(quotes from the fic under each):
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brancher , from Triage, chapter 3:
"Rorschach is there, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed. He's still wearing his trenchcoat and hat -- like a caricature of himself, as if Dan were dreaming him there. Laurie's draped in Dan's Harvard t-shirt, her knees drawn up to her chest under the comforter. Rorschach's shoulders are narrower than Dan remembers. Their heads are close together."
"So Dan leans into him and rests their foreheads together. He feels Rorschach shudder hard, but they stay like that, until Dan feels Rorschach move closer still, dragging his cheek along Dan's jaw, the latex sliding along the side of Dan's mouth."
So here are the results(quotes from the fic under each):
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brancher , from Triage, chapter 3:"Rorschach is there, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed. He's still wearing his trenchcoat and hat -- like a caricature of himself, as if Dan were dreaming him there. Laurie's draped in Dan's Harvard t-shirt, her knees drawn up to her chest under the comforter. Rorschach's shoulders are narrower than Dan remembers. Their heads are close together."
"So Dan leans into him and rests their foreheads together. He feels Rorschach shudder hard, but they stay like that, until Dan feels Rorschach move closer still, dragging his cheek along Dan's jaw, the latex sliding along the side of Dan's mouth."