You thought as you stood next to Joshua in a cramped, pitch-black closet. Thank god it was completely dark because you could freely plant your face right into your palm. You take note to never accept any party invitations anymore.
Just as you were about to be on your merry way home, your best friend dragged you back for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven. She even volunteered you to be first. You would have made it home already if it weren’t for her, in bed and watching reruns of your favorite cartoons while eating a large tub of ice cream.
Now here you are, stuck in a dark closet with one of the most gorgeous guys in school.
… Don’t think about Keith being booted from the Garrison.
Don’t think of how he had nowhere else to go, the realization cutting through his heart like a blade.
Don’t think about him stuck in the desert that first night. Don’t think about him walking aimlessly, no idea what he was doing, no idea where he was going. Don’t think of him walking until his feet blistered and bled, until he couldn’t breath.
Don’t think of the hurt, the pain, the anger, the fear, the sadness, or that pressing thought that maybe he won’t make it, maybe he won’t wake up the next morning.
Don’t think of those never ending days of struggle, fighting to just get by and live. Don’t think of him learning how to survive with nothing, learning to live off of the land without any help, with nothing but his dagger and the clothes on his back.
Don’t think of Keith staying up all night, unable to sleep, looking up at the stars as he just thought about how his only friend, the only person he could turn to, might never return.
Don’t think of him staring up at the stars, wondering if it was all worth it. If his struggle was pointless. If he was ever going to make it out of the desert.
Don’t think about how finding that cave, the Lion, the markings carved into stone, and using it as his crutch, the only thing to give him reason, the only thing that kept him grounded.
Don’t think about the loneliness biting at his mind, or him talking to to himself, or the blistering heat pounding down on him, or the days he spent hungry, or the dusty winds tearing through his shack, or the cold, desolate nights full of nothing but the calls of animals in the distance.
Whatever you do, don’t think about how long Keith may have gone without talking to another human.
I don’t know what’s more concerning, how some people just disregard the traits of a character because it’s inconvenient to them. Or how some people outright demonise a character for one simple flaw rather then looking at the character as a whole.
I swear this fandom bothers
Me to no end sometimes
After reading @alainaprana’s awesome fanfic about Asy and her comment about him being a great positive influence for Geno (and the kids needing a sitter sometimes), I was inspired to draw, but not just Asy and Geno. I thought about the kids’ friendships with Sugar, Decans and Ink, and this drawing came to me.
I spent all day yesterday on this, so motivation to color it is low, but maybe some other time. I normally dislike the idea of drawing group pictures (so much work ugh), but aside from a bit of frustration with a few parts, I had fun with this drawing. I’m actually mostly satisfied with how it turned out!