These are some concept scene/character sketches I commissioned from Aimo for a potential project. Not for sale, but I may get some made up for giveaways if there’s interest later.
For additional Aimo BoD related artwork, check the Art page. 🙂
“Ah. He seems to have made me naked.” A naked mermaid, in fact. The scales of my tail were like spun glass, luminous and shining. Dark green strands of seaweed were entwined in my auburn hair, sweeping over my shoulders and around the sculpted edge of my hips. And yes. There was my chest in all its diminutive glory.
“Christ. The least he could have done was cover them up with seashells or something,” I complained.
“I think they’re kinda cute.” Mel winked at me. “Like little teacups.”
The three of us stood there, not moving, staring at my naked boobs for at least another five minutes.
We sat at the table, the unicorn and I, chewing in silence as I mulled over the details of yesterday. “I think I’m screwed,” I told him ruefully, sliding back into my chair to sip my tea. “Totally and utterly screwed. And I think I need to give you a name.”
I had a naked incubus in my bedroom. With a frying pan of half-cooked bacon and a hard-on. And a unicorn bite on his ass. Christ, this was turning out to be a weird morning.
“You could come back, you know.” I said it quietly, casually, my pale fingers drifting over the dark skin of his shoulder. The muscles trembled beneath my touch. “We could start over, be ourselves without the pressure of the sky falling on top of us to push us together.”
“You don’t mean that,” he said, his voice carefully braced on the edge of flight. “You can’t.”
“Of course I can. Would I be here otherwise?”
“It is your Heart that makes you so compassionate. Your need to fix what is broken.”
I laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in the sound. “I can’t fix myself, Ion. What makes you think I could fix you?” I brushed the hair away from his forehead and placed my fingers at the base of his antlers. “I’ve missed you.”