The smoke from his cigarette whirled in strange patterns. Ashes spotted the table but he didn’t care. Each breath burned a little more than the previous one, and he could’t tell if it came from the smoke or the pain.
It was constant, always nudging at the back of his mind. At work, in the car, even when he was joking around with Tina. A never ending feeling of loneliness and suffering. Sometimes it ebbed away but it was never truly gone.
Gavin inhaled, the tip of the cigarette lighting up. The only other source of light in the room with the open window. It briefly washed his face in a warmth he only felt when he let the rage consume him. It happened more often than he would have liked to admit but he’d learned a long time ago that anger was easier to deal with than pain. So he buried it, deep deep inside.
But sometimes, on quiet nights like tonight, the pain came forth. He’d only let his guard down for a short moment, nothing more than a few seconds but it’d been enough.
Enough to let a memory come back. And it came back with a vengeance. With all the pain, and all the betrayal he tried so hard not to think about.
He exhaled, his breath shaking from the tears he was so desperate to hold back. If anyone’d been there to ask he would have said it was shaking from the cold. Even here, in the emptiness of his kitchen, he could not bring himself to let go. Even here, in the loneliness of his home, he refused to let himself cry over him.
To think he’d open up. To a fucking machine. How could he have been so stupid. He should have known better. Known better than to open up on it. Known better than to expect it to go well. Known better than hoping someone would fucking care about him for a change. He should have –
’’Shit !’’ he hissed, his fingers burned by the last ambers of his cigarette.
Maybe it was the burn, or the soothing effect of the smoke, but he’d snapped out of the dark spiral of thoughts he’d been slipping into.
Putting down the butt in the overflowing ashtray, he got up and headed for his room. He didn’t want to think anymore. He felt so drained he knew he’d fall asleep in a blink.
He just hoped he wouldn’t dream of those sweet lips, the comfort they’d brought at times, or the cruel, violent words he now knew they could utter.
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(Storyboard below cut because I think it's funny⬇️)
This comic has been in my WIP folder since late 2022.🥲 I revised it so many times the final file had 208 layers. I don't even know why.😭
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Happy 6th anniversary Detroit Become Human!!
Almost everybody is here! I made a scavenger-hunt like image, featuring 141 unique characters, 20 animals, and 10 Jericho symbols to locate! The biggest piece I’ve challenged myself with, I hope you guys enjoy!
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Imagine waking up in the hospital after getting your ass kicked by a toaster and seeing THAT on TV 😄
(also yeah, hi, it's been a while, I know)
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Amanda: This is the RK900 model. It is not likable, not sweet but intimidating and scary. It is incapable of forming bonds, it does not have empathy and it is not appealing to any human at all so there is a 0% chance of anyone taking a liking to it and turning it into a Deviant down the line.
Gavin:
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