.:As teardrops fall:.

Just some more personal art, this is two characters I've been drawing a lot recently, their names are Cassidy [left] or Caz as she's called and Donovan [right] often called just Don. 

I really enjoyed doing this and I tried out some new effects while making the rain. I also used a softer shading style and a slightly different way of doing the lineart. I like how things turned out and it's a very emotional piece to me. Well, I hope you like it!

He grasped her shoulder and pulled her into a soft embrace, his chin touching her forehead. As the rain poured down he felt something else wet his chest as tears fell from her closed eyes. Gazing into the distance, he stood there. Holding her tight, both confused and saddened by her silent tears. He felt her fingertips move as she put her hand on his chest, closing the small distance between them.
"You know you were too good for him anyway." he murmured, clasping his teeth so as not to drop the cigarette.
"It still hurts." Caz retorted, digging her nails into the soaked fabric of his shirt.
"Love tends to."

As she pulled away he saw a thin smile cross her lips. He huffed with amusement, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke in her face. She hit him on the arm.
"You know I don't like that shit of yours."
"Hey, I like this shit." he said, moving the cigarette back to his lips. She raised a pierced eyebrow looking meaningly on the cigarrette and after a moments hesitation he took one last draw before throwing it away into the rain.
"You pick that up mister!" she said sharply, pointing with a stern finger at the cigarette butt that lay glowing on the pavement. Don just gave her a crooked smile before taking her pointing hand, gently placing it on his chest. Her besotted gaze traveled up his chest, winding it's way up to his eyes. He lowered his head and playfully nibbled at her nose. Her eyes lit up the way he knew they would, and within a moment he felt her soft lips brush against his own. Tenderly he placed a hand on the back of her head, following her every move as she led the way through the kiss.

She'd always been the one to lead, even as they danced. He didn't let her do it in public of course, bad for the image. But every once in a while as she'd stay at his pub way after he'd thrown away every last drunken man and way too young girl, she'd turn on some music, grab his hand and lead him onto the dance floor. It wasn't that that they switched places, she being the man and he being the woman, no, she'd do all the pirouettes and stuff, but she sure was the one to lead.

Suddenly she took a step back, leaving his lips slightly open, yearning for more of her touch.
"I'm sorry." she said hastily, tears swelling up as she backed away further. She turned around on the spot and ran off into the night, her silhouette quickly blurred by the rain. He raised a hand in vain as if to stop her but quickly lowered it again. And so he was once again alone, already searching his breast pocket for another cigarette, letting go of a silent whisper.
"I'm not."


Art, characters & story ©:Treachirani