@nick-nocturn pls it finally turned out well im so happy (i redid this thing like three times??? its been,,, so hard,,, but it was worth it i think!!) also yeah theres two i didnt know which one i liked more so here!!
I saw a photo where the couple were basically just these silhouettes, so I tried to recreate it with reylo. Unfortunately the drawing looks different on every device, While
it looks fine
on my phone and laptop , on my desktop it looks way too grayish. So yeah, this didn’t turn out so well, bummer.
I downloaded the original recording from here(cr:kyongkyong_0506), but it was lagged and I wanted to fix it for myself. And it turned out pretty well so I thought I can share for whoever wants to listen a (kinda) hd version.
He knows how to make an appearance that one. On the night all of Los Santos went dark a video appeared on every phone, t.v and tablet a distorted and crackling picture flickered into life. He stood, smirked, and the Vagabond was back.
The school bell was obnoxious in your ear as you jogged out of the classroom, hot in Yixing’s heels. From behind you, you could hear your friends’ questionable grunts and scoffs but you paid them no more mind. No more. Yixing had been so right; the truth of his words tumbling over your head like boulders.
Your mind was hot and heavy as you jogged down the hall, with worries and doubts about Yixing, the outer zone, the rebellion- everything. You thought back to that day, one week ago and the weird atmosphere that laid thickly over the two of you as you stumbled home;
“I’m a part of the rebellion.”
The ground crumbled underneath you, leaving your eyes wide and mind confused. “Yixing-”
“And I don’t want you to associate with your friends from now on, this is not a warning - it’s an advice.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, mouth agape and cheeks stained. “Yixing.”
“You’ll go back to them and you’ll feel like an alien; you’ll know, you’ll be aware of the truth; what’s really out there. And they won’t. They won’t know the things that you do.” The passion in the way he voiced himself only served to reveal that he spoke from experience. He stared weirdly at you, his dark irises trained solely on your frozen form as he paused.
And then he was off, trudging over the clean grass, leaving you alone in the aftermath of your shock. Yixing was in the rebellion. How? He was a rich, privileged citizen of the inner zone - his family was one of the richest and most important in the city. Why?