+ Karina +

Prize for , who placed herself third in my Animae's contest: "Ultimate Crossover" prose category
She asked for a portrait of her character Karina, the poor girl who had to deal with Sywyn in her entry

Hope I got her right >.<


1B, 4B pencils + texture from `Princess-of-Shadows

Some works from ~asilha
Sywyn couldn't sleep. The smell of burnt clothing still hung fresh in the night air, and it kept him awake with memories of how they had landed themselves in jail. It was a warm summer night-and a humid one at that. Sticky beads of sweat were visible against his skin as he whittled uninterestedly at a piece of wood he had found on the floor, a dull glint of jaded fatigue within his eyes. Pale moonlight came in from a small barred window above their heads, but was weak and dilute compared to the lit torch just outside their cell. The flame crackled loudly as it flickered, its sound soft beneath the chirping of crickets outside their window. He There's a girl down at the train station, waiting for me. She likes to wear large clothes and hide her figure, as well as the tan that has slowly developed onto her skin. To her, her tan is just another way for people to judge her before they even meet her, and I wonder if she would hide her entire self from the world if she could. Her eyes can see through you, her ears hear past you, probably because she likes having the world to herself and pretending she isn't sharing it with anyone else. Whenever she thinks she's alone and the corners of her lips rise into a small smile, I imagine she's reliving a warm memory, kept deep within the depths It should be ridiculous, but now I feel alive.   
Now, amongst all the screaming and pain and blood and begging, now I can finally feel my heart beating in my chest. I can feel my own blood racing through my veins, my own heart pounding so hard it reaches my fingertips and makes me shake. I have to clench my knife a bit tighter to still myself; I'm so wobbly and overcome with joy, I can barely stand upright. I bite my lip instinctively, the corners of my mouth still turning upwards into what I think is a crooked smile. A brief snort escapes me, and I have to tighten my grip on my knife a little more, until my nails are digging into

She's new here on DA so go give her some support

Karina belongs to ~asilha
art by me