#laughs this is so hallmark movie romance I just realized. except the city girl is trying to

[b4kuch1n]

yay! I drew these quite literally three years ago. dragonheart!milo and raihan! a knight on a doomed dragon hunt being lifted out of his station by a small village medicine man. together they become magic lawyers and overthrow the government

the main details in these do survive into the iterations I’ve drawn (instead of these actual designs I spent time to make el oh el): the “leaf” diamond quilt/gambeson and the plaited coattail for milo, the “atypical” weapons, long coat, and large number of scattered fake gold trims and accessories for raihan. I think I lost raihan the hat and added a cape for milo further down the line because like this their general silhouettes are too similar for my liking lol

[decaying-lesbian-frogs]

Part 1. Part 3

Here is part two of my story

Two

Rosie stood in front of the old building, eyes widened in awe and jittery with nerves. She had imagined this moment for years: her first day of college, the day when she would finally be free from her town, from the same group of kids she’s known her whole life. And now it was here, her future ready to be made. The building stood in front of her, with ivy creeping up the walls and covering a few windows. She would have thought it would make it look unmaintained, but it just added to its beauty.

She shook herself out of her daze, the cliché she had just fallen into making her cringe. She was not a cheesy coming of age character hallmark movies. She really ought to stop watching all those movies, but they were her guilty pleasure. She liked the idea of romance, even if she would never admit it. Those movies where the small town girl moved to the big city were fun, if cringy and unrealistic.

Rosie made her way into the building, desperate to make it on time to class. Who picks an 8 am class of their own volition! Who even wakes up that early with a fully functioning brain, not her! Which is exactly why she ended up in this situation, sleeping in and not realizing that they could pick their classes now, leaving the less desirable times up for her. She was lucky to be able to have most of the times she wanted, except for this stupid 8 am class. She already knew that getting up on time would be a struggle for the rest of the semester.

As she hurried into the classroom, rushing around the doorway, Rosie bumped into another person. Both girls had dropped their bags in the collison, and she scrambled to help, cheeks reddening with embarrassment and apologized tumbling from her mouth. She’s not just falling into the cliché, she is the cliché.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going, sorry-”

“Sorry, sorry, here, let me help-”

They made eye contact, and for a second she swore that those startlingly vibrant eyes looked oddly familiar, a strong sense of déjà vu enveloping her. Her words died in her throat, the apologies coming to an abrupt stop. But just as quick as it happened, the moment was over, disappearing as they burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment.

“How about we have a do over? I’m Andi” Andi held out her hand to shake Rosie’s, smiling widely and her laughter winding down. Rosie took her hand, face bright with a smile identical to Andi’s. “That would be great. Call me Rosie!” Only then did she realize that she was still holding Andi’s hand, dropping it as her cheeks once again came alight in embarrassment. Andi luckily only laughed, still smiling.

After the exchanging of bags, they both went to find a seat. Rosie choose a seat near the back of the class, eager to not be stuck in the front. Once she settled down, she saw Andi picked a seat near the middle of the class. As though sensing her stare, she turned and their gazes met, Andi sending her a bright smile, and Rosie found herself reciprocating. Maybe taking the 8 am class wasn’t such a bad thing after all, she thought to herself as they both focused their attention on the arrival of the professor, just as he started to speak.