Just something I drew from @backcomic on a whim. The protagonist(?) Abigail in something vaguely resembling my usual art style.
My friends got me interested in Back. I have no idea what’s going on, but it’s a fun read. Abigail’s wild. She’s also like 60-70% leg, which is my natural tendency when drawing characters anyways, so she’s a good fit for me. :p
Where do her arms even go under that poncho? Mysteries.
In which an injured Billy is given just enough morphine to get a little goofy, and a whole lot open about his feelings toward the cute photographer who’s stuck with him and his men.
“Ashe!” Corporal Silver’s voice called from outside her tent. “You in there?”
Abigail scrambled off her cot and dashed to the tent flap, heedless of her bare feet or her still damp hair. She would have enjoyed the shower a lot more if she hadn’t been so anxious about Bones’ status.
“Yeah?” She poked her head out of the flap, reminding herself not to hope. There wasn’t room for hope here.
“He’s awake.” Silver smirked and let his eyes travel down her unbuttoned utility blouse, reminding Abigail of just how revealing her old tank top probably was. Whatever. She’d traveled through the jungle with these men. They’d seen each other in far more compromising situations than this. “You want to see him?”
I can’t help my mind skipping over the here-and-now and racing on, to what might come next. Consequence and regret and other might-have-beens: plotting out every angle and scenario, knowing all along that the path I take means missing something else.