I pray for peace of mind
I beg for a brand new life
I plead for a second chance
And the ability to shut my eyes at night
Angels die and memories fade
I'll live to see, the day that you break
I never thought you would've
Thrown something back,
Ripping apart my heart.
I see you only at night.
My heart fades
A true friend stabs you in the front
I needed to draw this better. Human Zane w all his scars, most notable the scars from the exploding the Overlord. Plus a little chat w Kai
In the aftermath of the Tournament of Elements, once the dust had settled, Zane had bought gloves. White and black mostly, a few other colors so he could match his outfits, in all different types of fabric. He wore them with turtleneck sweaters, the type with the tallest collars to cover the most skin. He couldn’t cover his face, so he avoided mirrors and any reflective surface to the point where Kai had to help him fix his hair on particularly bad days.
“It does not feel like my body,” Zane explained once, late at night over a cup of old coffee. He hums and cuts his eyes to the table top, where his bare hands lay exposed, “I suppose it is not my body, in a way. My body was destroyed. This is a construct of the golden power.”
