to craft it in a way they matter as characters, not just vessels of indulgence shoved with tropes that inserts them in typical boxes that makes them feel shallow. crack friendship is but one of those loose ideas i think would be silly to happen, though... 🪽 and 👹 has very little things in common...

👹 cherishes it in the way she plays soft and delicate... much like playing the flute, but no song comes ready than it is composed on the spot. barbatos would be proud of such things.

they do not duet, but they can create music for each other. i feel like it's just as heartwarming in that effort.

musical mood, it's more spontaneous than graceful. and coming from pure self-indulgence, i see her playing the ukelele on her free time, anything small and portable that can let her voice out at the same time to hum as well. kazuha (🍁)'s event lute does the job well, too.

weirdo

i always feel that.. ✨️ should show more on doubt and hesitation. something that feels wrong with, or about her; where she canonically bottles the feelings, hence.. what is it like to see it from her eyes?; to 👹, to herself, her predicaments; she's not an innocent 'hero', that i'm sure...

with her twin. to their closeness, not every perspective aligns, nor reaction is perfect. 👹 and ✨ are not puzzle pieces in one box to complete, rather two separate ones.. missing their pieces, but it doesn't prevent the other to help find it in ways a foreign presence fills the void temporarily...

i never believed in the term of 'soulmates' for 👹✨. in certain cases, as close as they make themselves to be- they don't last forever, and in the next life. and in the present, there's a certain distance set for them that fate never engraves it to be "together as one". even if ✨'s fate is uncertain

has long forgo looking past the moon and stars and back to the earth, to where they are; the beauty of the ground he stands, so he can do the same for himself too.

there'd be too many words to put in one book that encapsulates the thrill of merely moving. if 👹 can look past the moon it wasn't just the stars but the speck of venus and jupiter that made him so small yet so unique. because that was all she ever looked, the way others looked at him. that ✨

tell him that life is more than what he stood alone in. where ✨ tells him to turn a little to the left, and right, up and down... navigating a path where freedom lies amidst the unknown, just as she does. see the beauty in the stars where there is no prediction you can ever find one long dead,

... yet you look at me in awe all the same (3/3)

to the different skies and stars you've seen,
i wonder how small and insignificant we truly are in your eyes (2/3)

i think of the caption behind this when i drew it,.. that to 👹, her hand is warm; but to ✨... his hand is delicate, despite the rough calluses obtained from duty. ✨'s touch for him is fragile, instead of the other way around. and 👹'd lean on her as heavily as strength dares for that speck of warmth.