“i am absolutely grateful for the money we’ve raised and the good that it will do, but i really do want to make a point of how incredibly powerful our coming together is: you are literally showing the world that if you want to go far, we must go together.”
“They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into the
darkness, and they do not come back. The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable
to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible that it does not
exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.”
That’s the most fitting title I could find. I imagine that Gascoigne would have bursts of physical pain when he starts forgetting his family, his humanity. It would ache and he wouldn’t understand why. Then he’d remember, and the pain would go away, only to come back, faintly, later.
I swear I’ll be satisfied with how I draw the Gascoigne, one day…
*sigh* So this is the last inktober I could fully finish with china ink wash. The next inktobers were drawn on time but had no shadings whatsoever, so I finished them with watercolour instead, in the beginning of November.
worried because he’s been drinking a lot lately*
You kept your eyes on Harry as he disappeared into the
kitchen. When he came back, you weren’t surprised to see another beer in his
hand. The third one in the last 45 minutes. Sighing out softly, you looked back
at your phone.
“What?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at you.
Looking up, you shrugged your shoulders. “Nothing.”
“Whatever,” Harry huffed out, racking the beer open.
Just the sound that the can made as he pushed the tab
into the metal and the hiss it made as the air escaped made your teeth clench.
“I really don’t think you need to be drinking anymore…”
you spoke up after a couple of minutes.
Harry scoffed out, the alcohol already affecting his
mood. You frowned slightly. “Well that’s too bad for you isn’t it?” he
“I’m worried about you Harry…” you sighed.
“About? I’m allowed to have a fucking drink.”
“This is your third in less than a fucking hour! And it’s
like you can’t survive without a bloody drink in your hand? How many have you
actually had today? Like 10? It’s noon!”
Harry rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. You got
up and came over to him. He looked up at you just before you grabbed the can
from his hands.
“What the fuck??” he yelled, getting up quickly to follow
you into the kitchen where you started dumping the alcoholic beverage down the
sink, shaking your head.
“This needs to stop,” you murmured, fighting his hands
away. “You don’t need to be drinking all day, every fucking day.”
“You’re such a bitch!” Harry yelled out, making you
flinch back, dropping the can into the sink.
“Well if I’m a bitch for looking after you and not
letting you overdrink, then yes! Yes, I am a fucking bitch Harry. Does that
make you feel better huh?” you hissed back, narrowing your eyes.
“I’m just going to get another one,” he growled.
“If you do that, I’m going to go pack and bag and stay
somewhere else because I’m not going to sit here and let you drink yourself to
death,” you seethed, tears brimming in your eyes. Harry looked at you for a
moment, breathing heavily. You stared him down and crossed your arms over your
chest. “You can make whatever choice you want Harry.”
For a moment, you weren’t really sure what was going through
his head, and there was a feeling in your gut that made you think that he was
going to pick his drinking over you. His face got really red and his eyes
started to water. You sighed out softly and ran your hands over your head.
Taking a few steps towards him, you put your arms around his shoulders.
“I think you need to go have a shower and lie down for a
bit,” you murmured softly.
“Y-Yeah,” he sniffled out, slurred slightly with
“Okay,” you said softly, pushing yourself back. “Do you
need help? Or can you do it by yourself?”
Harry wiped his face with the back of his hand. “By myself,”
“Okay,” you nodded as well.
Harry looked at you for a moment, already calmed down. He
turned around and headed down the hallway, shutting the bathroom door after
grabbing a fresh towel from the closet.
Going into the fridge, you pulled any booze out and
brought it outside to the trash bin. You would buy more eventually, but the
temptation couldn’t be there for a while. He needed to be able to get on
without the aid of alcohol.
ahhh but waking up in the morning next to luke and his hair is falling over his forehead and his mouth is slightly open and his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes and the sun makes his features look even softer and the sheets make him look paler than he really is but eventually he wakes up and realizes that you’re staring, causing him to smile and mumble “good morning baby” before yawning quietly and pulling the covers up around him and moving closer to you, wrapping his arms back around your waist and burying his face in your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin, smiling when he sees how it affects you before sighing and leaving one last kiss on your forehead, brushing a stray hair out of your face and whispering, “you know, we’re gonna have to get out of bed eventually”
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