And the heartache continues.

[bubosquared]

Jordan, pet? Look away.

hope

He knows it can't be a reply to his owl, not yet, cause he just sent it off. Still, there's a brief glimmer of hope, crushed as soon as he opens the package. His shirt. He stares at it for a moment, then opens the note, barely registering the words.

He sent back my shirt. He's given up.

He wants to grab George by the shoulders and shake him hard, yell at him to fucking give him a reason to forgive him, to trust him again, to get through this.

I'll never forgive you for just giving up on us.

And in cheerier news, I seem to have been hit with another wave of drawing-need. I hate this. I can't draw, dammit, why do I keep wanting to? Stupid NaNoWriMo novel flashing images at me. Gnar.

This need has, however, led me to Elfwood, where I discovered these two drawings, which made me laugh out loud.

Edit: And this.

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look away! yeah, THAT'll work!

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::sobs::

GEORGE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

he's all "...he told me to stay away. to leave him alone. i'm trying! what else do i do?!"

::curls in a ball and dies::

Re: look away! yeah, THAT'll work!

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LAST NIGHT! I needed to be along last night.

How the fuck are we going to get through this is he's GIVING UP? How much did we really mean to him if he can't even fight for us?