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'It was the eyes that disturbed him. Darker than shards of Corellian opal and twice as sharp. Staring into them felt like a person was being swallowed into dark tides to drown, and the tint was unsettling. They must have been blue or brown once, but now they were as black as space itself.

But they suited her well. They matched her expression. Dark. Serious. Empty. For all Atton knew, she had been lovely to look at once, when she was younger. But all traces of her beauty had been washed away, and every hint of attractiveness- her figure, the paleness of her skin, the fullness of her cheeks and lips- was being blackened and blurred somehow, like smoke was blowing in front of her and distorting the image.

Now the skin was bloodless, her figure was slowly becoming more of a soldier made up of muscle and bone than that of a healthy young woman, and it was slowly losing it's feminimity, hidden behind loose Jedi robes, and that laughing mouth was becoming slack and bore no signs of amusement. Their endless search for Revan had taken another toll, one that was less noticable than the days of solitude, the loss of friends, the constant fear that their task was for nought.

And yet he awoke evey morning to that tensed form lying curled next to him, to that empty face, quiet of all emotion and feeling, stilled and silent... and knew she was the most imperfectly perfect thing he had ever seen.'

Just some drabble I wrote about Atton and the Exile searching for Revan in the Unknown Regions. Him describing the exile, blah blah blah. It's not great, but it's been nagging at me all night. It's been a while since I've drawn a figure, a person, but I like to think it isn't that horrible. I'd love some advice, if you're willing. And will someone PLEASE tell me how to properly upload text documents onto this site?

Description
'It was the eyes that disturbed him. Darker than shards of Corellian opal and twice as sharp. Staring into them felt like a person was being swallowed into dark tides to drown, and the tint was unsettling. They must have been blue or brown once, but now they were as black as space itself.

But they suited her well. They matched her expression. Dark. Serious. Empty. For all Atton knew, she had been lovely to look at once, when she was younger. But all traces of her beauty had been washed away, and every hint of attractiveness- her figure, the paleness of her skin, the fullness of her cheeks and lips- was being blackened and blurred somehow, like smoke was blowing in front of her and distorting the image.

Now the skin was bloodless, her figure was slowly becoming more of a soldier made up of muscle and bone than that of a healthy young woman, and it was slowly losing it's feminimity, hidden behind loose Jedi robes, and that laughing mouth was becoming slack and bore no signs of amusement. Their endless search for Revan had taken another toll, one that was less noticable than the days of solitude, the loss of friends, the constant fear that their task was for nought.

And yet he awoke evey morning to that tensed form lying curled next to him, to that empty face, quiet of all emotion and feeling, stilled and silent... and knew she was the most imperfectly perfect thing he had ever seen.'

Just some drabble I wrote about Atton and the Exile searching for Revan in the Unknown Regions. Him describing the exile, blah blah blah. It's not great, but it's been nagging at me all night. It's been a while since I've drawn a figure, a person, but I like to think it isn't that horrible. I'd love some advice, if you're willing. And will someone PLEASE tell me how to properly upload text documents onto this site?