WGW - She remembers...

Anatomy practice mainly, quite old speed drawing with angsty background since I am REALLY not in the mood for anything more.
Someone please tell me already I can't draw feet >< Need to practice more D:

Reference to various manga used.

Ira is such a perfect angsty character, I am pleased with her story background.
Who is holding her so tightly? I guess that will remain my little secret for now, though I guess after reading a snipet of her story below Cel and Lone might come up with anwser.
Let's just say that he's the only person in whole Spira that Ira really, unconditionally trust ever since her Summoner's party died and she got into slavery.
He's an authentic FF character too (yeah... nothing better then meddle into real game plot, lol)

Story a bit too long probably, but relevant to the picture and for my own sake I needed to write it down. Another piece of Ira's past (for those who are interested, people who don't know anything about Wingullwings might not get some parts)

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She remembers the day she was scarred just perfectly, her tattoo being a reminder of her past. It didn't hurt now... at least not physically. But merly two years ago she woke up in agony, bruised and naked under thin sheets, with that... thing encarved in her back by not skilled hands.
She woke up in agony, she slaughtered those who were responsible for her pain in blind madness, she ran away still covered only in blood soaked sheet, holding tightly to the blade she murdered with, just like it was her only anchor to her temporary sanity.
She ran towards Thunder Plains, luckily not meeting any fiends, but her stamina ended way too quickly and she collapsed into dirt and mud of the Plains.
She tore away the messy bandages that covered her back, screaming as the fabric sticked to her skin was ripped away from fresh tattoo cuts.
The rain was heavy and cold and Ira shivered, but stayed conscious, afraid to move and awake scorching pain that pulsed trough her back. She still held tight grip on the sword she took with herself, squeezing the handle with rest of her strength that she didn't knew she still possesed.
It would be easy, one simple move, a brief moment of pain when the blade cut trough flesh and then it would all be over... Haven't she done that before? Haven't she already been there, only to be brutally brought back to the world of living in last second by her owner?
Ira's trembling fingers slowly eased her grip on the sword and finally there was a metallic sound of handle hitting the ground. Next sound that echoed trough the Thunder Plains except for sound of pouring rain and rolling thunders was soft weeping. It grew into sob and finally to scream of pain and sadness, unspoken plea for help. She cried, really cried for the first time in years and the tears which she haven't shed for such long time hurted her eyes.
She didn't hear the steps that came close to her but she did feel the warm hand touching her arm. She jerked away in panic, only to yelp in pain as her back responded with fire.
She didn't really have will to run or fight anymore and she just closed her eyes, waiting... for what? For death?
But instead of hurting blow she felt something covering her half naked form and her eyes snapped open in surprise, only to found herself under rough, but warm male coat.
"It's ok now" A voice near her startled her and she turned her head around only to meet a gaze of young stranger with spiky blonde hair. "You're going to be ok."
Strong hands half lifted her from ground and she didn't resist when the man tucked his coat around her, hiding her nudity from rest of the world. Ira had seen other people standing in distance but she really couldn't bring herself to care right now.
Blonde stranger moved away the dirty hair that covered her eyes, half expecting her to snap at him or jerk away from his touch, but she did none of these things, just staring at him with suprisingly open, shocked eyes.
"You're going to be ok." He repeated in soft voice and then finally Ira broke down again and cried, hiding her head in his chest and cluthing desperately to his rain soaked clothes. Arms embraced her, for the first time since Jaya died all those years ago someone held her just to give her comfort, not humiliation and pain, with no foul intentions in mind.
She cried, until there were no more tears in her eyes, no more strength in her to hold on. She felt empty as emotions fled from her and she slipped to blissful state of unconsciousness, half aware of the comforting words coming from the stranger, who in past minute showed her more affection then she had expirienced in last six years.


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