LIAISONS contest WINNERS!

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And here we are:

• FIRST PRIZE illustration category: Miss-Pannacotta

You win a free commission from me in any style you want, up to 2 characters + original shipped if you order a traditional commission + a handmade bookmark+ 150 dA points.

• SECOND PRIZE illustration category: MartinaSaviane

You win 1 character fullbody or 2 characters halfbodies + a bookmark printed with a drawing of your choice + 50 points.

• FIRST PRIZE fanfiction category: theterriblezodin

You win a free commission from me in any style you want, up to 2 characters + original shipped if you order a traditional commission + a handmade bookmark+ 150 dA points.

[Since in the fanfiction category there were just 3 entries, the other two partecipants will have a prize sketch as promised!]

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Winners can contact me to ask for their prizes °v° (via email or deviantart note would be better than FB)

All the entries:

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Summer Rain- for @Nike93's Liaisons Competition“Hear my prayer
Answer my call
Breathe life into my soul
I am waiting for you to show
Come and hold me so.”
–“Summer Rain,” Jeffrey B. Franzel
 
Anne watched as the curtain of rain grew thicker, deepening the wells of water in the gaps between cobblestones of the inn yard.  She’d heard the Englishman calling in his bad French for another bottle of table wine, but she was in no hurry to serve him.  He had ready money, it was true, but the feelings of brotherly love for foreigners, even in Rouen, were not particularly fine-tuned.  Dashing to fulfil the needs of a London gentleman—no doubt stopping at Rouen on his way to Paris—were not at the top of her list, especially when the Englishman in question had failed to make proper obeisance.  A lady was a lady, and as a respectable inn-keeper, she felt slighted by his form of address.
    “Je viens!”   Liaisons Contest EntryNicolas stumbled into the park, worrying that he was late and spotted Renee stood against a tree. As he was already late, he decided to indulge himself by taking the opportunity to enjoy looking at the beautiful girl that he loved. However, as opposed to her usual carefree smile, he was confronted by the sight of his beloved looking frail, with her face pale and drawn in the dying September sun. Her hair was lank and cloaking her face, so unlike the meticulous hairstyles that she normally sported. She wore an old faded coat and whereas clothing normally couldn’t disguise the self-assured behaviour that belonged only to the aristocracy, today she could be mistaken for a street urchin like himself as she seemed to shrink into herself. Her eyes were downcast so he couldn’t see her expression, but her whole bearing made him begin to worry. He hurried to her but she barely seemed to register him, even when he stood in front of her.
“Renee, my love, what worries you so?  Now is Not the End - Liaisons Contest Entry    On sunny afternoons, when Renée could still excuse herself for a walk alone, she and Nicolas would sneak away to some hidden, empty paradise to be alone.
    It was on one such afternoon that they fell into each other's arms in an empty field. It had appeared as if from nowhere, there suddenly when they needed it the most, all grass and flowers and sun. All lips on lips, and hands on bodies and hearts and souls.
    For a time they just laid together, whispering hushed confessions of love to each other in the privacy of the meadow, Nicolas's hand on the slight swell of Renée's belly.
    After a while, when his doubts and worries had almost choked him, he spoke.
    "When is the wedding?" he asked, voice tight, as if his words were being forced through invisible fingers around his throat. His eyes were glued to her stomach beneath his hand.
    René