momolady:

I had the pleasure of doing a commission for @littlescrib​. I got to work with her two amazing OC and had a blast. I hope you all enjoy it too!

Naia is sitting outside, her head down as she sharpens her sword. She’s always quiet, always reserved. Well, I know she’s quiet because she can’t talk. Before I even met her, her vocal cords were damaged. Part of the reason I fell for her was because of her scars. I loved the way she looked battle worn and victorious. I chose her because I always wanted to be her shield. She is not an orc like me. She is an elf, and even with her ferocity and scars, she is still small.

  I barely touch her, afraid it might scare her. I know to elves orcs are not an attractive lot as it is, adds on to the fact half of me is nothing but burns and scars I know I am no prize to look upon. My scars may earn me award with my kind, but for anyone else, it is stares and pointed fingers. Naia is my prize at least. I would give her anything if she allowed me to treasure her.

  She comes inside after sharpening her sword and hangs it on the wall. She keeps her head down, but I notice her glance my way. Her eyes dart over me, and she takes a step towards me. I glance down at her and see her flinch. She steps back again and starts moving her hands, using sign language to communicate to me.

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