"Despite his size, Ahrecks was ever scarcely heard. He was a quiet man, keeping to himself to the point of almost seeming mute - though that was hardly the case. And it was the silence that scared her most of all, in part because it made him seem unpredictable, and intimidating. Of course he hadn't meant to be, it was just in his nature.... there was something about her that forced him to only stare, with an unspoken curiosity.
Zeia could never read his gaze; one eye brutalized from a prior event, leaving it deadened, cold, and unmoving. The other eye dark and amber, wise beyond it's years and somehow secretly judging her. Though... honestly it was just her insecurities telling her so.
There were times he would sit behind her, unnoticed for long minutes and just observe whatever activity she was tending to. Zeia would stiffen, and just remain as a statue - hardly brave enough to peer beneath her curtain of hair and peek at his face. Though she longed to sometimes.
There would be a hush that lasted for what seemed like ages; them just sitting there, wondering what the other would do next. Sometimes she'd leave, sometimes he would, as if it were a game of nerves...
Zeia always seemed to lose that game."
An old picture, sometime within the past three years I think, when I originally drew this. As much as I sometimes tire of Zeia as a character, I still find things about her story involving Ahri endearing. I've wanted to finish this for a while, and I may do some more to it still. I can't sleep, and have a surgery in the morning...so I figured this would be a good relaxant to finish, since I hardly upload personal work here anymore.Tool:
Sai, CoffeeSong: Waterworld OST - SwimmingStock Reference:
Ahri is a creation of the late Brandin Johns
Zeia is mine