Commission for ~elendraug
, based on her fic [not inevitable / not irreversible].
FIC IS BACK
Read it here: www.fanfiction.net/s/5088009/1…
or here: archiveofourown.org/works/2260…
A fitting end ;.; The perfect ending.
A snippet from her fic:Before long, she has him dressed in a custom-tailored robe, a soft grey-blue, reminiscent of the slate-colored scales of his Zora armor. When he expresses uncertainty about the robe's traditional hood, she instructs the seamstress to make him a hat like the one he's accustomed to. He loves it, of course; it feels right. It's a piece of his past, a piece of his heritage to hold on to in this foreign land, and with it he feels as comfortable and at home as he did in Ordon.
Midna takes him back to the throne room, where there's now a large crowd gathered on the stairway. She waves to her people to greet them and call for their attention. With her right hand firmly in Link's left, she kisses his cheek and they both bow deeply to the rest of the Twili. Midna raises her arm again in a sweeping motion, and announces almost giddily,
"Behold your Twilight Prince!"
Drawn in PaintToolSai / A spice of coloured from Photoshop