the-real-cannibals answered to your post “//flops and whines I wanna draw single word prompts?”
You are a cheating cheater for prompting that
and I love you for it
ahh i just wanted to doodle somethin’ pretty of celes and locke~
so this is what those two hussies are getting up to while edgar was waiting on his island vacation. figures
IIIIIIIII am so wired.
SORRY I GOTS BABBUS ON THE BRAIN
Celes’ eyes snapped open, much like they always did when she awoke, and she took in the room around her with the same calm familiarity she did each day. Even years later, the habits of military life were slow to leave, lingering reminders of her youth and the path her life had taken to bring her to this point.
A point of curious amounts of discomfort mixed with contentment on this quiet morning. She was getting far more used to her child’s penchant for waking her just as dawn was settling across the outskirts of Kohlingen and cracking through the trees. Just as she was with all the changes that had come about.
The first time around, it had been terrible. An unplanned accident that had left her shaken to the core at times, ill at ease with the reality of what had been thrust upon them so suddenly. This was decidedly less traumatic.
Now that she knew what to expect with a pregnancy, and had fully endeavored to have this second child, it was much simpler to adapt. It was so easy to take things in stride now. Such as being awakened by the tiny flutters of movement within her swollen womb.
Letting her eyes drift closed against the soft morning sunlight just starting the peek into the windows, she languidly drifted her fingers across her abdomen in a caress. Even knowing the science of it, Cid’s lessons were very thorough after all, she marveled at the reality of a small life growing within her.
Another daughter. She was sure of it. She’d never be able to explain how she knew, but the truth of it was there, undeniable in her mind and heart. Having had a midwife for a mother, Locke was inclined to believe her. He and tiny Elenca both were ecstatic as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their newest family member.
With only a few short weeks left upon them, life was becoming an excited, frenzied rush of preparations. Ever so talented with his hands, Locke had toiled away happily at the just recently finished bassinet that stood proudly in the corner, draped with soft blankets and sitting at the ready to comfort and protect their newborn once she was here.
But for now, they were still just three. In the stillness of the morning, Celes let the sounds of her slumbering family soothe her back into a hazy doze. She turned onto her side to face her lover, her face alighting with an indulgent smile as she saw his eyes blearily watching her. He returned the look, reaching out and tangling their fingers together where their hands met across their eldest’s back as she snored softly into the bedding between them, each content in the knowledge that while their lives had shifted so very far from where they might have once pictured them, the journey they were taking together was the most wonderful treasure they could have ever hoped for.
Fanart isn’t usually my bag, but for stuff like Final Fantasy VI I will make a big exception.
I’ve been pottering away at this on the side for a couple of weeks, though I think I’ve made at least three attempts at painting this scene over the last ten years. This part of the game really made my heart hurt. Celes wakes up from a coma, only to find that the world’s become a bleak and desperate place.