“Nothing's gonna wash away these sins
I'll bathe in the fire, no more wounds to mend
We all die in the end, but I know who I am
So judge me in the afterlife”
Was super lazy with ideas and thought of coloring these my previous sketches as an improvised skin painting study.
My Rogue Trader blorbos in all their respected appearances, including current ones after both went through that angst meatgrinder to be separated in the end.
More grays, more to the darker circles, more tiredness overall. They've been through a lot.

