Whenever I try to line this, it loses half its charm. This is what my first/concept sketches usually look like!
Lonlor, Shainaka, Finnalon and Kanaray.
Adam Parrish & Ronan Lynch + the mask
It was becoming a nightmare. Ronan could hear the night horrors coming, in love with his blood and his sadness. Their wings flapped in time with his heartbeat. He wasn’t in control enough to drive them away.
Because Adam was the horror now. The teeth were something else, Adam was something else, he was a creature, close enough to touch. To think about it was to become immobilized with the horror of watching Adam be consumed from the inside out. Ronan couldn’t even tell where the mask was now; there was only Adam, the monster, a toothful king.
In the pale gray dining room, Adam was taking a wooden mask from a hook on the wall.
Ronan hurled himself through the air.
The mask clattered to the floor. Adam, startled, stared at where Ronan’s hand gripped his wrist. Ronan could feel his own heart pounding and, in Adam’s wrist, Adam’s.
“Don’t,” he said.