Lucas, thanksgiving?
Even as the years passed, even as they spent their time further and further divided (the mountains seemed ever vast, always with some new alcove to search or trail to follow; the house always needed to be cleaned of dust and muddied footsteps left when it was too dark to see, and people in Tazmily needed aid and errands run no matter the village’s size; the sheep and Boney still burst with life despite how many times the stable or the house had to be rebuilt), Lucas and what was left of his family still ate together once every year, and set two plates aside.
Lucas falling alseep in Hinawa's arms.
He remembered the time when a mid-summer storm rolled over Tazmily, covering the village in thunderclaps and flashes of lightning long before the weather seemed to strike down buildings with a will of its own, where his mother had held him tight as he shivered in anxiousness - it seemed to him that the storm was already receding as he drifted to sleep in her blanketing embrace; his last memory before losing to the ebb of dreams completely was of her bringing him to the bed he shared with his brother, who slept alone with his back turned away from them, covers kicked to the bottom of the bed as if to claim in childish anger that he didn’t need their warmth after all.
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Mother 3: An older Lucas mourning a recently deceased Boney.
It was hard; his hands kept clenching at the dirt of their own volition as he tried to smooth it over, and his knees kept digging in to the sides of the almost-finished grave so that the mound slid up to try and swallow him at the wrists.
A quick sketch to leave off with. I really am sorry for my lack of actually doing anything productive lately ,: )
I know this isn’t anything particularly special, but I figured I should draw something for Mother 3’s anniversary! Here’s to another year of colorful happiness barely masking multiple levels of complexity and brutal heartbreak~
Taking Easter eggs too seriously for my entire life. Though I’m not particularly good at it. Only get to do this once a year, after all.
In not-so-subtle and really-not-so-subtle fandom variations.