Revon in the aftermath of Calvus’ assassination :,D
this was an atmosphere test so i couldn’t be bothered the fully colour him- so he’s just completely red lmao
the whole weight of the kingdom is on his shoulders now 
honestly he deserves so much better in his life
This is playing in his head rn:
How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?How’s your brother doing?
how much more of this phrase is gonna be said 
Until Revon comes back in the Nimbus Sea with a glow up.
Then he’s going to say to Neviro “How’s Your kingdom?”
Neviro breaks down in tears
But a new question arose for me… How will he rule his kingdom? My best guest is that Revon barely doesn’t know how to rule the kingdom since he usually the public speaker than actually the one ruling the kingdom. But maybe Calvus wife or some elder might give him some advice or something like Idk. (I’m betting that Calvus wife will actually kill Revon for being a pathetic being-) but hey! That just me talking nonsense!
i am on the ground clawing at dirt and mud at the sight of this piece
foaming at the mouth, tears flooding my eyes, tearing my hair out
Revon angst… The Revon angst is real… 
Hoping he can get a happy ending soon… He deserves better 
At some point I am going to have to stop mentioning the lighting because it’s never not great
fr… he really needs some form of peace after all the stuff he’s been through
He shouldn’t have that crown, made sure to steal off of calvus’s corpse
Revon deserves to know who his brother truly was. Maybe then he would understand.
can i just pls hug him can i can,
let’s give him a group hug ,
im gonna squeeze the air outta his lungs.
(affectionately and with lotsa love 
)
ong im gonna crush his ribcage (with warmth and care)
