bedman from a drawing that failed. he looks vaguely ok on his own though
extra pieces under the cut
hemi jack asset plus what it was vaguely supposed to look like :P
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hey sara when you read rwrb did you also assume alex knew he was bi up until his sexuality crisis revealed the truth to you or was it just me who labored under delusions for the first 25 percent of the book, a whole quarter of the way through, before getting the shocking surprise that alex claremont-diaz, main character of nyt bestselling debut novel red white and royal blue, by author casey mcquiston, was NOT an out and proud bisexual man?
no actually, because im not delulu like u are . anyway .
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Your hair feels so good around my fingers. Can I touch it forever?
For the few silent moments he had felt that touch on his hair, aside from a strong flinch, Leonard had remained still, calm, and silent as he quite literally widdled away his time with what appeared to be some sort of stake he was making - could it have been for a tent? Some skewer for game? Regardless, the hermit had remained notably tense, yet otherwise unbothered as he continued his simple task. There was a frown on his face, but he didn't speak. He didn't move.
...So it had continued that way for the next few minutes, Leonard continuing his work with a gradual loss of tenseness as the feeling numbed off - The knife in his hand (Certainly not one for the purpose of widdling, but small and handled with enough care that it could have been) continued to snip patiently away as he felt the vague, nonchalant feeling of long locks wrap around the another's fingers. The sound of cutting wood filled the air as he worked, and if he were to be completely honest, even as little as he began to notice it, Leonard had almost begun to feel relaxed in a sense that he truly had nothing to fear...
...At least, until the sound of Popshi's voice had reached his ears.
"....!?"
At this the large shoulders of the hermit jerked upwards with a sudden start at the unexpectedly masculine sound of the other's voice, and immediately, a flustered hand had dropped the small knife he was using to cut the wood and waved blindly to shoo the other back.
"P...Please, that is enough..! What are you doing!?"
It had taken him a moment to find a solid standing in his voice, Leonard crying out with more firm insistence than roughness, though there was no denying his obvious shock that the past few minutes of peace had been spent with an unexpected stranger. Just who was this man? Had his heart been any calmer, Leonard would have otherwise been uncharacteristically bothered that just anyone felt they had a right to that in particular. It was a rare, finnicky spot for the hermit that he cared little for others to lay hand upon for the memories - and guilt - that it had brought him. That this man (Or at least, they sounded like one) had sounded lighter in his tone served little to ease his burden.
He didn't know this man... Did he? Now that the initial shock had passed enough for him to think, that voice did sound rather familiar.
...But whoever it was, it certainly seemed that it was no one the now-startled hermit had expected.
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