The Birth of a Darkling Princess;; (http://thedarklingprincess.tumblr.com/post/64372950902/birth-of-a-darkling-princess)
AN; I’ve had this comic around for over a year, a mere draft, it’s amazing what happens in 3 days if you drop a perfectionist complex.
“It’ll be okay now.” He promises, lifting one pale grey hand to ouch her temple. “You’ll wait no longer, I promise.”
She startles as his hand approaches, but takes a calming breath and lets her eyes slip close as cold flesh meets the skin of her temple, darkness swarming instantly from the touch.
A scream, loud and pained, animalistic, the cry of an animal in its death throes; she screams but he doesn’t pull away, neither does she, the fearlings gather and she threatens to go limp, to fall.
Stop stop stop, I’m afraid, I’m terrified, what are you doing, stop.
Her skin from the spot on his temple is swarmed with darkness, the fearlings practically pounce on the girl and Pitch grins as she screams, as she howls, as she’s covered in the darkness that took him, and that is taking her.
The screaming fades; and the fearlings pry themselves from her, retreating to their corners and their shadows. And the girl who stands there looks at him weakly, bright golden eyes and grey skin, shadowed, her hair slips over her face and he brushes it aside.
Her hand reaches up, and clings to him, and his free hand gently curls around it.
“Jade…?” He whispers quietly.
She doesn’t answer; the grip on him tightens instead, hanging on for a dear moment before going slack.
Pitch’s smile turns into a wicked grin and he catches her arm as she goes limp, supporting her easily.
Original image created in 2015