I try to put some of my ideas into words instead of just imaging them as art
I wanna draw this but no motivation or perspective studies
Caramel arrow kneeled down to her friend who fell. Fell to the evil doings of Affogato Cookie. She was beyond disgusted at this point, livid. He had kicked her from her position as First Watcher and now proceeded to put every cookie at war, either against him or with him. A synchronized pull of bowstrings brought Caramel back to reality. This was war, and she was going to get shot.
She stood as she saw the supports of Affogato all aim their arrows at her. It was her time to die, and she knew. "Maybe they'll carve my name on the Altar of the Fallen," she thought and closed her eyes as the arrows whipped towards her, wanting to pierce her, to make her crumble.
But they never came.
She opened her eyes to see Affogato Cookie standing in front of her, arrows piercing his back, posture bent. As much as Caramel Arrow despised him, it pained her to see him like this.
He lifted his head, and she could see that it took everything for him to utter the next few words.
"Of all the years in politics, I've only made one mistake." He coughed, blood spattering his clean robes.
"And that," he continued, looking Caramel Arrow in the eyes, "Is falling in love with an idiot like you." He smiled at Caramel Arrow, a genuine smile. There were no traces of venom nor guilt. The former knew he was going to die. He had lived, loved, and now suffered for his mistakes.
The two stood there, Affogato's breaths turning more and more shallow. The war was finished, as they both knew. The opposing's leader was dying. So, was Caramel Arrow going to stand there as her enemy passed?
The answer was obvious.
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they're in love I'm telling you