I DREAMT THIS (and I HAD TO draw it and share it with the world😭✨)! Get ready to C-R-Y!
• Sleep Dearie Sleep, 1916 •
I'm ✨SO PROUD✨ of this one!😭🩷
Anthony J. Crowley leaves to fight in France. After a year, he is wounded and ends up in the infirmary. There he meets the field doctor Aziraphale Fell, who heals his wounds and somehow manages to warm his heart. He falls in love with him, but he's unable to tell him anything. So, every night in the trenches - when it rains water, fire or mud - he writes letters. Letters and letters that will never arrive.
The war becomes more and more violent, as do his feelings. He steals Aziraphale's fountain pen, then his photograph from the infirmary tent. He puts it in his wallet, to keep it close to his heart.
Each day he advances on the battlefield, he vows to deliver those letters to Aziraphale's caring and gentle hands, but each time he returns, he fails to keep his oath.
One day, the last time he sees the sun touch the ground, he loses his life. In his last moments, the only thing he cares about is not letting blood stain Aziraphale's photograph.
The last thing he sees, just before drifting off to eternal sleep, is Aziraphale's smile.
Two days later, a corporal reaches the medical tent and hands Aziraphale Crowley's last item.
Crowley always thought his love was unrequited, but Aziraphale fell in love with him too, a year earlier, the first time he saw Crowley, playing with a stray kitten and a tender smile.
That's what happens when I rewatch 1917, War Horse and All Quiet on the Western Front all in one day.
(I had this dream, it was so vivid, I HAD TO put into an artwork. I have no regrets✨)
1. Crowley stole Aziraphale's fountain pen (it has his surname engraved) to write him letters.
2. He keep those letters into his wallet, close to his heart.
3.He also stole Aziraphale's photograph (it's the last thing he saw).
4. Once it's returned to him (together with the letters) Aziraphale sees behind his photo, Crowley's last promise. The one he couldn't keep.
5. Crowley always thought his love was one-sided.
6. But Aziraphale actually fell for him first, after seeing him playing with a cat, a long time before.
As I sit here in the cold embrace of this ditch, the distant echoes of battle remind me of how fleeting moments are. Each day feels like a cruel gift, and yet your sight warms me against the chill. I find solace in thoughts of your gentle hards, the way they skillfully mend wounds while my heart aches for a different kind of healing.
You may never know the depth of my devotion admiration, how your laughter dances through my mind like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
In this world torn apart by war, you are a fragile thread connecting me to something beautiful.
Should fate be unkind and silence fall upon me, remember that affect friendshi love can bloom even in the darkest fields.
If I do not return today, carry with you the knowledge that you were my light amidst shadows, a truth I cherished silently but deeply.
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