— Am I able to run and grab Imogen and throw ourselves over the edge? — Wait, you’re going to throw me over the edge? — I can do another Feather Fall on us and we can at least get off this tower. — All right. I mean, if you… Yeah. I trust you. — Get the fuck out of here? — I trust you.
(hate to be that guy and plug these pages again, but I have had a back injury and I am self-employed, been out of work for a week now and it will likely be a month or so until I can work again (both my jobs require a certain level of physical movement). if you had been thinking on getting a print, now would be a great time (please feel free to message me if there’s a specific image you want to see in the shop), or any pocket change at all/reblogging to signal boost will have me super thankful as well. cheers, and hopefully you enjoy the backlog of sketches I’ll be sharing.)
now every time they take a long rest i can imagine them tangled together comfy and safe and in love
[image description: a loose watercolor style illustration of Laudna and Imogen from Critical Role. Both are dressed down for sleeping, and are cuddled together. Laudna has a gentle hold of Imogen’s head, her mouth buried into that soft purple hair. Pâté sits snuggled between Imogen’s arm and her side, and Laudna’s Hound of Ill Omen rests its jaw sleepily in the crook of Laudna’s hip. The energy is soft and tender and extremely gay. End ID.]
