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Let's Render This Guy

Let's Render This Guy

Let's render this guy

Original painting I study from:

The Souls of Acheron by Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl

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1 year ago

Another draft dump because why not?

This is a continuation of the previous post, where Peter was challenged by Percy to play with his vision completely blind.

(He got a kiss last time btw)

This time, Percy proposed another challenge, but would Peter be able to earn his well-deserved rewards? We will never know.

Or maybe I know but I just won't post this entire thing on here

Another Draft Dump Because Why Not?

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1 year ago

Peter/Percival drabble #5

Summary : When sorrow bled clear from his eyes, Peter couldn't stop himself from playing.

It was beautiful; both the song and its inspiration. This was one of his best works so far; probably because he was pouring out his heart and soul while composing this piece back then. 

The imagery was still vivid in his mind. Whenever he played it, he always saw himself on the balcony late at night, gazing at the moon with pure admiration and love. 

Even though he knew well that it was impossible, that no matter how hard he tried, how far he reached out his hand, it was not for him to own. He would never be able to be there; with the moon, with him. 

Yet his heart wouldn't listen, and that was why he couldn't stop; neither his fingers from playing, nor the warm streak of tears from rolling down his cheek.


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