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Here’s a little preview of J’s next chapter, featuring our favorite vixen in the act of pondering. What is she thinking of…? (If you haven’t read J: Episode 0 yet, you can find it here.)
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Please remember that this is aoimotion and rem289’s common blog, in which we’ll post all our works made together, past and future!
For more information, check this post: ❣️ AoiRemArt Inauguration
Here it is, April’s Patreon first illustration, featuring a rather comfy Cynthia during her favorite moment of the day, when she can finally relax and “be herself”. The couch is definitely her second best friend (first is food).
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It rang right through his mind, sharp as a knife and equally painful, but lasted just for a moment, too brief for him to correctly process it.
The sound left an unpleasant sensation in him, one Jack could, oddly enough, perceive with more than just his hearing.
It was in his mouth, sour and unpalatable.
It was in his paws, a tingle that made his fingers twitch unconsciously.
And… it was in his eyes, a picture which refused to come into focus for at least two full seconds. “What…”, he murmured, as the shimmering feeling vibrating in his whole essence slowly poured into wary, almost unsteady words, “What are you doing here, Walker?”
Cynthia was looking at him, not making a sound nor moving a single inch of her soft, beautiful body as she stood next to the window. The distances between them felt nullified by the way her amber eyes were focusing on him, piercing through his figure like pointy darts.
He felt nullified, and only pride prevented him from beating a retreat.
That, and the fact he was in his own office. “I believe I asked you a question”, he inquired, trying to sound firmer. “I would appreciate…”.
“I don’t care what you appreciate”. She suddenly spoke, with a voice that Jack had never heard coming from her; it filled the air around them, saturated every inch of him with subtle, mute anger. “We need to talk, Savage.”
“Not now, I’m afraid. I have a plane leaving for Mosca in four hours”, was his dry reply as he moved towards the desk, every single one of his steps feeling as heavy as ever. He dared not make eye contact with her a second time – the first had caught him unprepared and been enough to give him the shivers. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“I’m not planning to make this conversation last for that long”. Jack felt her glare all over his body and soul as she pronounced those bitter words. “But I’m also not planning to let you get away from this.”
“I believe you’re mistaking something, Walker. There’s nothing I’m getting away from in the first place.”
“Is that so?” Cynthia asked, but it sounded like an accusation, more than an actual question. “I beg to differ, Mr. Savage.”
“Beg all you want, but it won’t change the facts”. He now was in front of his desk, trying to remember what item he was supposed to pick from the drawer.
But it was hard, because his thoughts kept squirming out of his control every time he tried to focus on something that wasn’t Cynthia Walker’s existence.
Cynthia Walker, in his office.
Cynthia Walker, armed – maybe literally – with anything but good intentions.
And he knew why, but chose to confine that awareness in the deepest recesses of his heart as Cynthia retorted sharply: “You just can’t live without that condescension of yours, right?” A hint of frustration painted that question in rhetoric, a rhetoric that scraped the hare’s ears, making something inside of him bleed. “You’ve always been like this: Haughty… full of yourself, and insensitive.”
“… Is that why you’re here, Walker?” Jack asked, as the first sliver of his heart pitifully crumbled under the blows of her verbal aggression, “To insult me?”
Illustration for the story Promise I wrote, hum… two years ago, I think? The second I wrote about Jack and Cynthia, which tells something about their first encounter. Actually… it doesn’t say anything, probably. It’s hard to tell what’s happening with no context, I’m aware of this fact. But one day, this context will be deepen and little stories like this will finally make sense.
See you tomorrow with White Sound, the story which goes along with this illustration. Hope you’ll like it!
This is a – quite powerful – illustration that I asked Rem to do for a certain story I’m currently writing (it’s not finished yet). Its name, indeed, is White Sound.
This story should partially explain what happened between Jack and Cynthia in the past that caused their relationship to freeze. Partially, because it is our intention to deepen this fact in the original comic we’re planning to make after Black Jack’s finale.
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While waiting for the story, you can try to guess what’s happening here or simply enjoy the view of Cynthia crushing Jack’s shoulder. Your choice.
To celebrate 2,000 followers on AoiRemArt, Rem made a special illustration featuring our favorite floofy diva! I think I fell in love with this Cynthia… she’s so soft and sexy at the same time, I don’t know how it is possible. Ahh, if Jack sees this… 💙
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In the face of that question, an electrical discharge seemed to pass through Cynthia Walker. Her ears suddenly perked up, her amber eyes widened and her paw, which had been lazily lying on the desk up until that moment, twitched and hit the pen nearby.
It fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of Jack Savage. At that point, the hare corrected his sentence: “… Chamomile?”
“I…” the fox looked at him, shocked. “You surprised me, Mr. Savage.”
“I didn’t mean to” he replied, dryly. “You had your head resting on the desk, so I thought you had fallen asleep.”
Judging by her foggy eyes, his deduction was probably quite correct. However, if he had got to know her a bit, Cynthia would have never admitted it.
“You caught me in a weak moment.” She immediately played defense, and Jack couldn’t help but sigh because of that predictable reaction.
“It wasn’t supposed to be a criticism, Miss Walker.” … Despite his resignation to her attitude – or, maybe, because of that – the hare left the cup next to the pile of files rising from her desk – otherwise, there was a good chance that she would have refused it. “Drink it, if you want, or simply throw it. Your choice.”
Cynthia stared at him, blankly, and tilted her head. “Why you…?”
But he immediately cut her off. “I’ll leave you to your business. If you need help, give me a call.” With that, Jack Savage gave her a slight nod and proceeded to leave the office. When he reached the door, she called him.
“Jack.” She just pronounced his name, nothing more than that… but somehow, that mere word managed to be more eloquent than any other sentence they had said that day.
Jack turned and smiled at the fox. “You’re welcome” he replied, to save her the effort of saying words she wasn’t used to. “Good work, Cynthia.”
In his mouth, her name had a bittersweet taste.
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This is the first story I have ever write on Jack and Cynthia, and the sketch that introduces it is also the first original drawing Rem has made to represent Cynthia. Really, both story and art are so old. The date is August 2, 2016. 20fucking16. It’s hard to believe that we managed to come this far… but we did; today, we’re still here, making what make us happy. Is there something more wonderful? 💖
For the original link of the story on AO3, go here.
For a complete map of all the stories and comics in their temporal sequence, please consult the story’s timeline! 👈
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Exactly one month has passed since we opened AoiRemArt. We already have 1612 followers, and we are really happy and grateful for your support. So… here’s a little present – literally? – to show our appreciation. Hope you’ll like it. ❤️
(If you’re wondering, drawing is from Jack Savage’s merry little Christmas, I’ll repost that comic soon on this blog…)
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