Death & Desire: Inchoate

it's been quite a while since i sat down with a pen and doodled something. and because it rained tonight and i was out with bug stuck at starbucks 6750, i was able to draw a couple of Endless fanarts -- Desire and Death. they may not look much, but still. i actually almost fell in love with Death. lol.

i have to admit... i'm a bit proud of them. considering i've been focusing on writing lately, i thought i won't be able to pull it off. but my hands just kept on creating the lines one by one, stroke by stroke. like it MISSED drawing something. the feeling was surreal. i wish i could polish it off some more tho. oh well. will try to work on that.

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"When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave." (Death, Sandman #20)

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"Desire is of medium height. It is unlikely that any portrait will ever do Desire justice, since to see her (or him) is to love him (or her), -- passionately, painfully, to the exclusion of all else. Desire smells almost subliminally of summer peaches, and casts two shadows: one black and sharp-edged, the other translucent and forever wavering, like heat haze. Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. And there is much else that is knife-like about Desire. Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything."