(art) with a world to win
The crowd marches on. Oh, and who are those two somewhat-familiar people there in the foreground? 
Watchmen, Dan/Ror // Deng/Red. From Boxing Days, the China!AU fic featuring naive!student!Deng and workingclass!boxing!Red. Yes, my mind goes strange places.
With Red beside him, Deng finds that things have changed. He knows that he was always tall, but now the crook is gone from his posture and his voice soars louder than before. Soon he's leading the chant, turns of phrases and classical idioms coming to him easily, his love of the classics entering his sentences as poetry. Rhetoric is natural and he finds himself responding to the crowd as much as they do to him-- and really, he's not leading anything, just channeling everybody else's high spirits.
He is removed from disdain, arrogance, and feels only the beating of his heart, and he feels hollow and light, as if the last bit of him were freed from the constraints of this skin-shell. As if speaking his name and identity were the last chains shackling him, and now he is free, with a world to win.
Full fic here...
Picture edited and filtered and sketched and colored in photoshop. full size is 1200px across. X-posted on dA and the kinkmeme.
Watchmen, Dan/Ror // Deng/Red. From Boxing Days, the China!AU fic featuring naive!student!Deng and workingclass!boxing!Red. Yes, my mind goes strange places.
With Red beside him, Deng finds that things have changed. He knows that he was always tall, but now the crook is gone from his posture and his voice soars louder than before. Soon he's leading the chant, turns of phrases and classical idioms coming to him easily, his love of the classics entering his sentences as poetry. Rhetoric is natural and he finds himself responding to the crowd as much as they do to him-- and really, he's not leading anything, just channeling everybody else's high spirits.
He is removed from disdain, arrogance, and feels only the beating of his heart, and he feels hollow and light, as if the last bit of him were freed from the constraints of this skin-shell. As if speaking his name and identity were the last chains shackling him, and now he is free, with a world to win.
Full fic here...
Picture edited and filtered and sketched and colored in photoshop. full size is 1200px across. X-posted on dA and the kinkmeme.