#gutwrenched

     a sunny afternoon, with a clement breeze just enough to carry the sweet scent of lilacs to the two sat under bright, endless blue. as he patiently packs his pipe for a smoke, woods seems unaware of the little leafy green inchworm finding it’s way across the expansive plane of his shoulder. occasionally it perches up to scout its route before inching along again, daring any witness to announce its journey.  “s’a lovely day, hm?” says he - but, woods, what of the worm’s day?

"Because I like you." It's flat, not affectionate. Matter-of-fact. "You remind me of what I was like when I was younger. And what I'll be like years from now." She means, You're kind of feral, and you've been through some heavy shit, and I look up to the fact you're still alive (because who knows if I will be in five years.) "If there's anybody you want to find - or if you don't want anybody finding you - I will do it. And you'll never owe me anything," she repeats. "For once, it's just that simple." 

    a sketch of a wicked smirk expands across the photographer’s lips as his gaze gravitates to faye, a most unexpected date, and he predicts, “they’ll want to photograph you in front of them,” them, her likenesses, mounted and held at an untouchable distance. “will you accept … ?”

“ itches. ” he grumbles, pulling a face and yanking his hoodie sleeve back over his bandaged arm. 

If steddie never cross the street because they keep shooting their arms out over each other at the slightest noise and are like “Wait!” then bichie just fucking sprint headlong into the street with their eyes closed because Richie bet he could beat Bill to the other side first. 

They’re absolutely my favorites to draw so I’m really glad you like them!! Thank you so much!! 💕🥺