Tourette Syndrome Gives You Tics
A piece of the thingmonstrosity I'm writing:
The question surprised Goyo, but not as much as seeing Juan’s face when he looked directly at him, the thin arms how can he even carry the guns never leaving the horse’s neck. Why he ever thought of Juan as just another over-eager boy risking his life for an idealized view of heroism, he couldn’t remember, when the boy’s eyes, eyes the color of maya birds Goyo kept as pets during childhood, spoke of an understanding far beyond him.
He caught his breath. “You’re one to talk. You couldn’t be more than 16 years old.”
“16!” Juan laughed, hugging Libertad tighter. The horse stepped back a little. “I look younger than I really am. It’s in the blood,” he peeked out mysteriously. “But seriously, though?”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SIXTEEN?
... A WHILE.
OMG I can't write anything without Twilight references DDDDDD: What have you done to meeeee
Drawn hastily and stupidly with Paint <3 Shouldn't have saved it as jpeg, I knowww
The question surprised Goyo, but not as much as seeing Juan’s face when he looked directly at him, the thin arms how can he even carry the guns never leaving the horse’s neck. Why he ever thought of Juan as just another over-eager boy risking his life for an idealized view of heroism, he couldn’t remember, when the boy’s eyes, eyes the color of maya birds Goyo kept as pets during childhood, spoke of an understanding far beyond him.
He caught his breath. “You’re one to talk. You couldn’t be more than 16 years old.”
“16!” Juan laughed, hugging Libertad tighter. The horse stepped back a little. “I look younger than I really am. It’s in the blood,” he peeked out mysteriously. “But seriously, though?”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SIXTEEN?
... A WHILE.
OMG I can't write anything without Twilight references DDDDDD: What have you done to meeeee
Drawn hastily and stupidly with Paint <3 Shouldn't have saved it as jpeg, I knowww