#sorrryyyyyy

This was a new attempt at drawing him in that one sorta experimental style I’d drawn him in a while ago, but with some updated interpretations and stuff since I HATE the old piece. lol.

Also ⬇️ this was the first new drawing/doodle I made in this style and I REAALLLY liked how it turned out and tried replicating it (with the above piece), to…… mixed avail. I dunno. You guys be the judges!

thanks so much @magneticghouls for the tag💕 here are some lines for a fic that I have no idea why I’m writing because it will absolutely crush my entire being but eh here we go (cw: angst, location: stalag)

“You're alright", Gale whispers. "I got you, I got you."

Leaning heavily against Gale, John still tries to catch his breath after making the effort to move to make room for Gale in the bunk.

"I'm tired", John mumbles, in between shallow and irregular breaths.

"I know."

Gale swallows. He's never seen John like this before, never once this thoroughly exhausted, down to the very bone. "You just gotta keep going a little longer, alright?" he says, words bitter on his tongue.

"Hurts." John's voice breaks, sending cracks through Gale's very soul. Slowly, Gale strokes the sweaty curls out of John's forehead, again and again in soothing motions.

"I know. I know”, Gale mumbles. It feels like it’s the only thing he can say. He reaches for the wet rag on the chair and dabs John's face. He's burning up. Still. Pearls of sweat adorn his brow, glittering in the dark, and desperation claws at Gale’s heart.

"You…" John then whispers. He frowns, a sharp glint of sadness flickers past the pain in his eyes. "…think they'll let me in?”

"Let you in where?"

Swallowing, John looks away, down, at something Gale can't quite see. "Heaven."

tagging @onyxsboxes and @bravo4iscool if you wanna do it!