"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
story idea: because life didn't want to serve humans anymore, it set their souls free. The soul is now a kind of cloud in the body. When a human loses the battle against their soul, the cloud leaves the body, and the human dies.
Lately I’ve had a bit of a gravitation towards yaas queens with a boss ass bitch kind of attitude, and it always seems that necromancers have plenty of that. This painting was a lot of fun, especially tying in the botanical theme with her unnatural and