Wing’s vents were steady, almost like meditation, but his optics were bright and admiring as he watched the stars. After so long underground, no wonder the stars, for him, were a novelty again, all the more beautiful for their long absence.
—wayward light ch. 11, “blinking in the starlight”
In which our heroes enjoy much-needed cuddles.
You don’t know how long I fretted over which one of them should wear the Sword before I finally said, “You know, what, NO GETS IT.” I wanna ink it with microns *__* It’s a rare pencil sketch right now.
Wing: -laughing at fin-tickles-
Drift: I laaaav youu!
OH NO TOO CUTE I’M DYING GOODBYE FRIENDS
Thank youuuu *v* Wing likes having his fins pet and played with. Even more so when Drift makes dumb kissy faces at him.
It’s sticky so it can hide under a cut. I also included the lineart from before perspective destroyed my brain and I cropped it so I could cope.
I wish drawing robots didn’t take me like…a month. I want to draw pictures for cool tumblr people ;3; You guys are so cool.