#hunter-art

I like to think he mumbles a lot to himself, bc he's normally alone or surrounded by people who can't understand him.

To make the meaning come true,

The time is right, your perfume fills my head,

The stars get red, and oh the nights so blue,

And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like;

Oh, and have some teasers!

I won't say too much until it's done, but this little art/writing project is going to include a backstory and some groundwork for future doctorxhunter.

The hunter laid silent in his bed, staring up at his ceiling with a numb kind of contempt. He felt.. bad. The silence of the woods that normally brought him peace was now suffocating, making sleep almost impossible in his overwhelmingly empty bed.

He wasn't lonely.

With a sigh, hunter turned onto his side, eyes closing beneath his sack. His hand aimlessly kneaded at the underside of his pillow as he tried to block out the overwhelming absence of noise.

His eyes cracked open, eyebrows furrowing as he stared blankly at the wall. He could practically feel the bags under his eyes, the many sleepless nights finally adding up.

He wasn't lonely.

He was not lonely.

He. Was. Not. Lonely.

The hunter grit his teeth, rolling onto his stomach and yelling angrily into the pillow.

He was lonely.

He let out frustrated huffs, turning onto his back once again. Then silence cut into his ears, deafening in a way nothing should ever be.

"It doesn't look like the last dog I had...."

Askbox status: Open! Feel free to ask anything :D

This blog has ALT descriptions on all of it's art!