Title: Futility and Forgiveness
Notes: SirMordred is doing fic for art trade over on y!Gallery, and since I can now at least fake my way through some art, I threw in. I’m not entirely happy with how this came out, so I’m doing another one that’s way more arty and complicated (read: a giant pain in my ass). Shame on me for posting a single image.
There was just something about sitting on the grave of someone you’d sworn your life to protect, and yet, here he was, still living to do just that. There was something innately wrong with the world. Some internal irony. Some great cosmic joke that no one had let him in on.