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latierradelafelicidad2012-07-18 02:29 pm
drawstheforce) wrote in latierradelafelicidad2012-07-18 02:29 pm
Come to me, mr. future jedi dude xD
Izar liked drawing. Oh he really did.
And that was okay, he drew people, and animals, and places, and people again, and stars. He drew lots of stars, both in artsy ways and in a very detailed scientific ways. He drew starry moonlit landscapes and he drew maps of the sky as seen from each place he visited.
Izar was a simple person, who liked drawing and stars.
But sometimes Izar drew things he didn't intend to.
He had learned why by now, not like the first drawings he had made as a small child. He knew there was no point to panicking or fighting it when his hands started drawing almost on their own, when his mind was full of images that made no sense.
It was okay. The Force was whispering things. The Force wanted to tell him something. The Force wanted to be heard.
So he drew.
That was okay, too.
Master had told him, however, that he shouldn't draw under strange mind altering situations. Izar didn't drink or smoke or consume any weird kinds of things, so he was okay. He usually tried to avoid drawing when he was sick or when things looked strange around.
So that time, when he had drawn that particular drawing, that had been wrong.
Rawiya was his dear friend. Rawiya was a little weird, and pushy, and Izar sometimes felt really awkward around him (especially when it came to talking about sex) but he was still his dear friend, right?
So he shouldn't have drawn that one time. That time when Rawiya asked him to. And he had drawn that horrible thing... It was still on his notebook. He just hadn't felt strong enough to look at it again, not even to tear the page down...
But that was past, and Izar had been trying to draw something new for him since then.
Yet, no matter how much he tried, somehow all the drawings he wanted to make for Rawiya came out wrong.
His notebook was looking more and more like one of those weird magazines they sold in weird worlds. Izar wasn't even sure if a back could really bend that way.
Anatomical inaccuracy was horrible ok.
So he worried. And frowned. And ended up with drawings that should not be shown to other people.
Maybe the Force was trying to tell him something? He wasn't sure what kind of thing it would say with THOSE drawings, but questioning the Force's will wasn't his job, right?
So when Master allowed him a small vacation (because unlike with backs, Izar knew that ribs certainly weren't supposed to bend like his had), he sent a message to his friend.
Maybe when he met Rawiya things would clear up a bit.
Right?
[That was a long prose intro. Come at me Rawi. You have a message from your friendsie, Izar. The same dude that you kissed in that drunk meme and who drew creepy shit for you. Because this happens like, a bunch of weeks after that meme.]
And that was okay, he drew people, and animals, and places, and people again, and stars. He drew lots of stars, both in artsy ways and in a very detailed scientific ways. He drew starry moonlit landscapes and he drew maps of the sky as seen from each place he visited.
Izar was a simple person, who liked drawing and stars.
But sometimes Izar drew things he didn't intend to.
He had learned why by now, not like the first drawings he had made as a small child. He knew there was no point to panicking or fighting it when his hands started drawing almost on their own, when his mind was full of images that made no sense.
It was okay. The Force was whispering things. The Force wanted to tell him something. The Force wanted to be heard.
So he drew.
That was okay, too.
Master had told him, however, that he shouldn't draw under strange mind altering situations. Izar didn't drink or smoke or consume any weird kinds of things, so he was okay. He usually tried to avoid drawing when he was sick or when things looked strange around.
So that time, when he had drawn that particular drawing, that had been wrong.
Rawiya was his dear friend. Rawiya was a little weird, and pushy, and Izar sometimes felt really awkward around him (especially when it came to talking about sex) but he was still his dear friend, right?
So he shouldn't have drawn that one time. That time when Rawiya asked him to. And he had drawn that horrible thing... It was still on his notebook. He just hadn't felt strong enough to look at it again, not even to tear the page down...
But that was past, and Izar had been trying to draw something new for him since then.
Yet, no matter how much he tried, somehow all the drawings he wanted to make for Rawiya came out wrong.
His notebook was looking more and more like one of those weird magazines they sold in weird worlds. Izar wasn't even sure if a back could really bend that way.
Anatomical inaccuracy was horrible ok.
So he worried. And frowned. And ended up with drawings that should not be shown to other people.
Maybe the Force was trying to tell him something? He wasn't sure what kind of thing it would say with THOSE drawings, but questioning the Force's will wasn't his job, right?
So when Master allowed him a small vacation (because unlike with backs, Izar knew that ribs certainly weren't supposed to bend like his had), he sent a message to his friend.
Maybe when he met Rawiya things would clear up a bit.
Right?
[That was a long prose intro. Come at me Rawi. You have a message from your friendsie, Izar. The same dude that you kissed in that drunk meme and who drew creepy shit for you. Because this happens like, a bunch of weeks after that meme.]