She wants Mother back so much it hurts. They shouldn’t have put her in the crypts. She never wanted that. She wanted to be buried somewhere the sun could find. She never wanted to be with the dead boys down in the dark. They frightened her. “I dream of them sometimes,” she’d told Nell once, while they visited their remains, the lantern shaking badly in her hands. “I sit down to feast and the boys are sitting with me, and they all have blood in their hair and your father’s eyes.” Nell’s eyes.
Donella I, Haunt/Hunt by @dwellordream
Throwback to my drawing back in November lol
I have some ideas of making chapter by chapter art, but I also have like many other ideas so if I were to do it it might take me till the year 2038