#the slowburn is catastrophically slow btw. if ur into that

[crimson-nail]

“You will deal with this?” asks Knives, the gravity of a hundred years of failing to rely on another weighing on his voice.

“—Yes. Trust us,” Livio and Razlo reply. There’s fire in those eyes, rising to meet Knives’ intensity without an ounce of hesitation left in that molten gold — like he has waited his entire life to be asked such a question, and to be free to give such an answer to someone. “We’ll clean up these two and get the plant back to the Andron facility. She’ll be fine. We’ll take care of her.”

“...Alright.”

He smiles. It’s returned in kind, toothy and lopsided and less than an inch from his face.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” says Nai, allowing a serene expression to overtake his features, “I’m going to pass out now.”

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finally finished up a sketch page from the monster of a fic i’ve been working on since april… i am out here being delusional ❤️