I finally redid colors design and a few other things on the character chart! I'm probably gonna change his design in book one too.
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Coda sat nervously on the couch, body pressed deeply into the cushions. His mind dreading Luckys arrival. He couldn't understand why, though.
When Coda was little, Lucky was like another brother to him. Another strong, older boy to look up to. While Color was spontaneous and smart, Lucky was steady and strong. All four traits Coda wished he had when he got older.
But now, for some unknown reason, his senses declared lucky as a threat.
Maybe it's because he was always so close to his brother. Maybe he was just being over protective and jealous.
One things for sure though. Codas senses didn't like Lucky anymore and his senses have never deceived him.
He jerked out of his thoughts as someone knocked on the door. Quickly he stood up, his gut twisting painfully for him to run.
He turned to his older brother who had just walked in from the kitchen and called, "I-I going to bed early, g'night."
Color stopped walking, confusion swelling off of him. "What? It's only seven and Lucky just got here." Coda didn't respond. He simply made his way to the stairs as another knock sounded. Color stood there for a moment longer before opening the door to let in his scowling friend.
Lucky walked In and looked around. A Smirk slipped across his face for a split second when his eyes caught Coda retreating upstairs.
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The front door opened softly and closed with a click.
Ink let out a heavy sigh. His eyes were dull with exhaustion and hunger. Small beads of sweat dripped from his skull.
"Finally home..." he muttered gently as he walked into the kitchen. He glanced at the clock on the wall and murmured a curse.
4:36am
"Damit..." He was late. More then late really. For the past few nights he's been gone until the next morning .
Leaning his giant brush against the table he began to undress. Dropping his heavily layered clothes and sashes he was left in a plane white T and leggings.
Stepping away from the pile of clothes he opened the fridge and pulled out a soda. He opened it and gulped it down. When it was empty he set it on the counter and strolled to the couch.
He stopped in his tracks at the sight of a small curled up figure.
"Oh, Stipple..." Inks voice hummed in a soft whisper.
His son laid there, facing the tv. One arm was hanging off the side of the couch, holding the remote loosely. His other hand was tucked under his skull as extra cushioning. A small bit of drool dripped from his mouth at he let out soft snores.
A gentle smile crossed Inks tired expression. He gently leaned down and took the remote from Stipple before moving his legs slightly so he could sit.
A soft whine stopped his movements. He looked over at Stipple as he shifted slightly in his sleep. His expression looked slightly fearful.
Ink knew who the cause was. He hated his child having to suffer through so many things at once. From his health to his other fathers consent torment through his dreams.
But Ink couldn't do anything. He couldn't do anything but be there for Stipple. To guide him forward and help him if he falls.
Ink leaned into the couch and flipped through a few channels.
His free hand softly rubbing Stipples leg, quieting his small whimpers.
Giving ease to his nightmare.
