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After far too long a hiatus, A Space for my Heart, our epic Dirk/Kanaya romance is back in action. This update has been a long time in coming for a number of reasons; it's the beginning of the final leg in our tripod of fiction and we wanted to make sure it was perfect. Both the writing and artwork had to both ambitious and magnificent, and I like to think that our efforts in both arenas bear that out. Check out the other, possibly even more perfect art for this chapter, which can be found here:

A Space for my Heart - Part 3, Chapter 1 (b)

Pencil work, as always, is provided by my inimitable partner, kenjisartdump.deviantart.com/ with colours, digital inks, words and whatnot by myself.

Chapter excerpt is below, and as always, if you should be so inclined to visit our (sometimes NSFW) blog, you can do so at aspaceformyheart dot tumblr dot com

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A Space for my Heart

Part 3

Chapter 1

Doctor Blackrom, Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Hate The Blonde.

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Perhaps it was simply that nothing in Dirk's personal experience and upbringing had provided him with the experiential framework for visiting other peoples' homes, but there was something about it which put him ever so slightly on the defensive. A small discomfort with the idea that he wasn't on his own home turf. That he didn't make the rules. There were probably situations in which that kind of tension was not entirely unjustified, and existed as something other than an outward sign of a certain social maladjustment, but when it came to what was planned for the evening, he realized just how much of a social retard it would make him seem if he let on any inkling of the way he was so totally unprepared to relax and enjoy the company of what as it turned out were his peers.

And given the importance of the planned events going well, that just wouldn't do. After all, the first boy's night out of his life was, so far as he was concerned, something of a fundamentally necessary rite of passage that he had too-long neglected.

It had taken a good deal of coordination to make the occasion feasible, on a number of different fronts. The ever-present, looming and insuperable threats which they collectively faced had had to be contained for a few hours, and his bro had needed to put on momentary hiatus his determination not to make use of his time travel abilities to take a quick peek into the near future to ensure that doing so wouldn't result in some kind of total party kill. Only then would their fearless leader quit quaking in his alien boots and accept the idea that this wasn't a quote-unquote 'whimsically fraternal embrace of oblivion.'

Once that had all been squared away, though, poker night at chez Egbert had been green-lit for launch.

Description
After far too long a hiatus, A Space for my Heart, our epic Dirk/Kanaya romance is back in action. This update has been a long time in coming for a number of reasons; it's the beginning of the final leg in our tripod of fiction and we wanted to make sure it was perfect. Both the writing and artwork had to both ambitious and magnificent, and I like to think that our efforts in both arenas bear that out. Check out the other, possibly even more perfect art for this chapter, which can be found here:

A Space for my Heart - Part 3, Chapter 1 (b)

Pencil work, as always, is provided by my inimitable partner, kenjisartdump.deviantart.com/ with colours, digital inks, words and whatnot by myself.

Chapter excerpt is below, and as always, if you should be so inclined to visit our (sometimes NSFW) blog, you can do so at aspaceformyheart dot tumblr dot com

---

A Space for my Heart

Part 3

Chapter 1

Doctor Blackrom, Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Hate The Blonde.

♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂♂

Perhaps it was simply that nothing in Dirk's personal experience and upbringing had provided him with the experiential framework for visiting other peoples' homes, but there was something about it which put him ever so slightly on the defensive. A small discomfort with the idea that he wasn't on his own home turf. That he didn't make the rules. There were probably situations in which that kind of tension was not entirely unjustified, and existed as something other than an outward sign of a certain social maladjustment, but when it came to what was planned for the evening, he realized just how much of a social retard it would make him seem if he let on any inkling of the way he was so totally unprepared to relax and enjoy the company of what as it turned out were his peers.

And given the importance of the planned events going well, that just wouldn't do. After all, the first boy's night out of his life was, so far as he was concerned, something of a fundamentally necessary rite of passage that he had too-long neglected.

It had taken a good deal of coordination to make the occasion feasible, on a number of different fronts. The ever-present, looming and insuperable threats which they collectively faced had had to be contained for a few hours, and his bro had needed to put on momentary hiatus his determination not to make use of his time travel abilities to take a quick peek into the near future to ensure that doing so wouldn't result in some kind of total party kill. Only then would their fearless leader quit quaking in his alien boots and accept the idea that this wasn't a quote-unquote 'whimsically fraternal embrace of oblivion.'

Once that had all been squared away, though, poker night at chez Egbert had been green-lit for launch.