Day 11 - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Inktober day 11. I tried to draw small Canada. I tried.
Wake Up
He wondered when it had truly started.
There was an undeniable allure to being mysterious.
Julia had gobbled up that bit about his eyes seeing the past and present... Faye meanwhile had seemed... sort of... betrayed by it.
Everything about the way he'd left her was unresolved and poorly done.
He'd been so confident that it was all about to be over. No one walked into the Red Dragon headquarters on a murder mayhem spree and lived to tell about it. Making it all the way to the top to confront Vicious had been a miracle - gifted to him by Shin, at such a terrible cost.
So he'd approached her, intent on stealing a kiss before he left. One little taste of those inviting lips... after all their time together, the teasing and banter, the push-and-pull of their not-quite-friendship... to give himself a bit of closure on that unread chapter, to give her a glimpse at what could have been...
But she'd pulled back and he'd caught himself in time. Loomed over her instead and gave her that line he'd once used on Julia in a much more playful setting.
And she had reacted with such outrage. Uncomfortable at the thought that he was giving her a piece of himself before taking the rest away. And he realized that's exactly what he'd been about to do. It's all he was capable of doing. To kiss her then would have been cruel. So he took a step away in every sense possible... told her how life itself was too unreal to be true...
Before he could walk away she bared herself to him in the most vulnerable way possible. Her admittance demanded something of him. A truth that he meant as a lie. Or had it been a lie he meant as the truth?
Sometimes he couldn't tell.
The dismal reality was that his fate was sealed. And if he didn't go, then their lives were forfeit.
Simple as that.
Jet understood.
But fate had decided to smile on him after all. Perhaps the universe had seen enough death in that building... so many lives destroyed by the syndicate, so many more that would fall if Vicious had his chance to rule...
All he knew now was pain.
Vicious had assumed Julia's death would wake Spike from the sentimental dream of forever after hand-in-hand... the impossible dream that had never been on the table at all.
In reality, it was Vicious's death that ended the nightmare of Spike's previous life.
And although everything throbbed and stung and ached and burned and brought new meaning to the word torment... there was something more...
A voice, humming. Not off-key but not in the same key as Julia had once hummed...
The same peaceful glimmer of a welcome back that he'd heard the last time he regained consciousness on the ratty couch of the Bebop.
The pale face of an angel who played at being a devil as often as possible.
Faye, blue-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Mouth trembling as she strove to contain her emotions.
The humming stopped.
"You're finally up, huh."
Awake. Alive. And finally ready to admit that all he could see in either eye was her and the unknowable future that stretched out before them...
Haley and Sebastian as Siren and Reaper for Drawlloween 🖤
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