Queen's Kiss by Lancerey on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

It's such a relief to have my desktop back up and running! I CAN PAINT AGAIN!

Anyway, this is an illustration of a scene from a past RP between Eurydice and Devin, and also my second attempt at drawing the character Eurydice. (I hope I got her hair colour right this time!) I still don't have a good idea of how to do her features though.
This is really the first truly 'romantic' themed image I've done, and I can't say I mind painting the topic.
I really tried to focus on the way the hair looked here, and any texture you claim to see, I made myself rather than used someone else's.

Rather than explain what's going on, I'm just going to paste her post here.

Originally posted by Eurydice's player

The smell of the opiate took several moments longer than it should have, for her concern for the man had outweighed everything else for a moment. He was lucky she didn't smell it right upon entering the room or she would have---Who was she kidding, she'd have to come his side anyway. Perched there on the edge of his bed, Eurydice couldn't help but smile tenderly down as she watched the Prince come from the throes of a dream. Resting her cool fingers on his forehead she'd soothe him with constant mumurings until he started to sit up. The Queen let out a little squeak as she was drawn tightly to his body, arms flailing out to the sides for a moment before reluctantly sliding around him in return, holding him close to her even as he did to him. Crushed, not altogether unhappily, in his arms she'd turn her head as best she could to look up at him, or to the side, whichever their permission permitted brushing soft kisses along his cheek or forehead. The dream didn't make sense to her and she wouldn't even to try to make sense of it. "Hush, Devin. It was a dream. I'm not dead. You're not dead." Soft hands rubbed up and down his back with their limited motion seeing as he had her shoulder pinned down, she'd only be able to bend from the elbow. Swans? As Devin went to bury his head in her hair she'd smile again, chastising herself mentally for taking a small amount of pleasure in his pain, moving her hand against the back of his head to stroke softly when her eyes landed upon the opium pipe on the bedside table. In his embrace, the Queen's body stiffened and her fingers that had been lightly threading through his tousled locks tensed, grabbing herself a handfull of hair. Her breathing sped up as her heart raced and blood rushed to her ears...After all of this, after all she'd gone through to help him..."OPIUM?!" The hand holding his hair jerked it backward so that he'd be forced to look up at her. A mix of anger and hurt twisted her pretty features painfully as she turned her tropical gaze on to his handsome face. "Devin! Why?" she fumed. And yet, despite the somewhat painful grip on the back of his head, she didn't move from his arms and the other still rest on the corded muscles in his back. "Did nothing I did for you mean anything? Is nothing I do good enough?!" The immidiate anger was gone now, replaced by confusion and hurt. "Don't you care about anyone other than yourself? Are you blind?" Tiredly she let the back of his head go only to have it go to the bottom of his cheek. Chances are he wouldn't remember this anyway...Eurydice urged his face toward her, already so close to him and pressed her lips against him hard for a single moment. Eyes dipped shut for a second and then the touch was gone and the woman was madly trying to untangle herself from the embrace of a man's arms and his bedsheets, succeeding only to knot herself further in. Blood rushed to her cheeks, colouring them red as she tried again. Her mind and her heart raced.