(Random art by me :] ) Hey! So yeah no- I don’t have anything planned because I sure to love procrastinating, but hey- here’s an update on TrAppEd! - Update - I am near done with lineart, and so you might expect Chapter 8 sometime later in the month, while I have been on my little disappearance- I’ve been expanding and growing lore. And so, the Prologue is no longer what it seems- I’ll change the name of it soon. So, I’m bored so I might as well just—
- Eeeee- - It was horribly quiet, Noah hated it. Holding onto the railings on the balcony of the Watch Tower, he watched the almost artificial stars twinkle in the dark sky. The field below rustled, the gentle breeze causing the golden, tall grass to sway. He couldn’t help but be reminded of The Island, back in the frontrooms.. while he despised it, he wanted to be back.. with everyone. He missed his friend Carson, his family back in Pennsylvania— he missed the days before havoc rose, when he’d visit Pelican camp and no one was on bad terms, no one died.. He missed Sophie, it’s been a long time since.. the grandfather clock.. He sighed, shaking him head before glancing to the room.. there was Finch, lying peacefully asleep in a sleeping bag. At this point she was 10 now, right? As she grew older, he could see so much of a resemblance, she looked so much like Sophie.. well, obviously she would. He softly smiled as he looked at his daughter, before turning and heading back inside and walking to his sleeping bag, tomorrow was another day- and now was not the time to mourn. (Noah’s a good dad :D GASP, NEW CHARACTER!?!?1!1? Yes, this is canon :D I’m connecting 2 stories :fire: :fire: :fire: )
