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Conversation between Zayne and Caleb, the later of which is looking awkwardly away from Zayne over his shoulder. Dialogue: Zayne - Does he really still bother you, even after everything? Caleb - No… it's fine. Zayne - Is it? Caleb - I just… don't get what you two see in him, that's all.
camera angle from over Zayne's shoulder from behind. He is holding a long curved object in his hands. Caleb is in front of him, arms crossed and glancing toward him. Dialogue: Zayne-"...it's for this."
Caleb is using his gravity-manipulation evol to help move a full bookcase, while Zayne moves a table with a built in glass case on top in the background. Dialogue reads: Caleb-"How's that?" Zayne-"Perfect. That should be enough."
caption reads "UPSTAIRS..." view of a door in a hallway, with suspicious banging noises and voice quotes reading "...like that?" and "yes... right there."
drawing; Caleb swings his arm and slams the fridge door shut while looking over his shoulder at Zayne, who is still holding his phone. Dialogue: Caleb-"Welp... delivery it is then, I guess." Zayne-"I'm already putting in the order. I assume you will be alright with BBQ?" Caleb-"Sure. Just get me whatever you're having."
drawing; Caleb is just behind Zayne with one arm over his shoulder. Dialogue: Caleb-"Take-out? Seriously? Nooo way, not that I'm here, you're not." Zayne-"Caleb..." Caleb-"Come on Zayne, lemme make something." Zayne-"There's nothing to make. I don't even know when I last bought groceries."
drawing; Caleb has stepped inside and closed the door behind him and is continuing the conversation with Zayne. Dialogue: Zayne-"I was under the impression you had obligations with the fleet all day." Caleb-"I managed to clear a few things off my plate, so I figured I'd come down early." Zayne-"Oh?"
drawing, 2 panels; panel 1, close-up of a hand typing in a security code. panel 2, caleb walks through the driveway gate that is now open.
drawing; exterior of a neighborhood with very modern geometric homes at dusk.
color sketch of Caleb from Love and Deepspace, wearing an overly tight t-shirt and dangling his necklace between his neck and one thumb. Comic exchange is as followed: MC (off camera) - It fits you perfectly. Caleb - Are you serious? Is this some kind of joke you're trying to pull on me? or are you just so small that you think everything thats too big for you must be for giants? MC - but that shirt IS huge! Caleb - Not on me, obviously. MC - It's not my fault you have huge tits, Caleb. Caleb - Careful, pipsqueak... if you keep talking to me like that, I might have to punish you.
digital sketch; Zayne and Sylus from Love and Deepspace with unnamed female "MC" in between them.
“I don’t want to do this, Sylus, but I can’t…. I mean, you both compliment me so perfectly in different but wonderful ways, and, God… “ I'd gestured frantically, unable to meet his gaze, “if I’m honest I would love to stay with you both, to…. have you both, uhhh…” I blushed, realizing that I’d said something secret and unspeakable out loud, and suddenly acutely aware of how warm my face was getting. I ignored the feeling of Sylus’s stare burning into the side of my face, and continued, “When I was young, Grandma, she…. She asked me once about finding a husband someday when I grew up. She was just talking, you know? I was too young back then to really think about that seriously, like a grown-up. I had told her ‘I’m going to have two husbands!’ because back then, there were two boys who were very very dear to me, that I really thought….” I sighed, face flush with embarrassment at the memory. “...And my sweet grandma, she laughed at me. Because it WAS silly. I was a kid, Sylus. I didn’t know better, and I'm not a kid anymore. I could hurt… well, worse than I've already done.” I averted my eyes, shaking my head. “I was a stupid, selfish, greedy child. I can’t be that anymore, I shouldn’t…” Sylus had just stayed silent, nodding thoughtfully. He didn't argue or beg me to stay, and I wasn't sure if I was thankful for that or regretted that he seemed to have resigned himself to losing me so quickly. Instead, he just asked me questions. Nothing too invasive, but just casual questions about Zayne. I had answered them all, relieved that perhaps he had finally processed and accepted my decision better than I had expected. True, it wasn’t a decision I had wanted to make, but I had to be honest with myself AND with Sylus. He deserved that much. I knew in my mind I would need to have a conversation with Zayne as well; though, it would be a VERY different conversation; after all, I didn’t exactly need to justify my fascination with one of the most respected doctors in Linkon lik…
“S-Skye? What, ahh… what a surprise to see you….” I'd known for a while that Sylus had a habit of keeping tabs on me. My life was dangerous, given my job as a Deepspace Hunter that had me constantly leaping head first into danger fighting wanderers, so that didn't surprise me. Sometimes I even appreciated knowing someone watching out for me, though I had enough pride to never tell him that. Still, this was my day off and I knew HE knew that. It was also strange to see this normally nocturnal man out and about at this time of day, outside the N109 zone's eternal night to enter Linkon City proper, where Sylus the Leader of notorious criminal organization Onychinus becomes Skye, the humble Fruit Seller. Even so, under normal circumstances it might not have bothered me to “accidentally” run into him. However, the reason why I was using every single ounce of self-control to try to suppress the full wild spectrum emotions racing through my mind right now was Zayne’s calm and composed presence standing just a few feet away. “Mmm yes,” Sylus/Skye hummed as a knowing smile curled at the corner of his lips. “A very pleasant surprise…” I glanced out of the corner of my eyes at Zayne. His back was turned, so all I could see was his long brown brown coat hanging crisply over his shoulders. He was completely engrossed the day’s macaron selection in the desert counter. He took his sweets and deserts VERY seriously, and so far he didn't seem to have noticed the very tall silver haired man striking up a conversation with me. I did my best to regain composure. “It’s my day off today,” I managed to say “I've been busy… VERY busy.” I stared daggers at Sylus, too close to Zayne to be able to say what I was thinking: What are you doing here?
A blue lined sketch of Zayne from Love and Deepspace and an unnamed female character. They are posed like they are cuddling in a seated spooning position, and his arm is outstretched as if he is holding a camera for a selfie.