Yet another installment of the Captioned Adventures of George Washington.
Virgoess asked for Robin + #7!
I drew like 3 different sketches before deciding on doing a “screencap redraw” of Film Z instead, haha.
This was my first real experience with “painting” so it was an interesting experience. Hope you like it!
Shit! Was she actually pitying him?! This wasn’t fair at all! Why couldn’t she fall in love with someone else, someone who wouldn’t do this to her?! Someone who would treasure and love her as much as she loved them?! He wasn’t the guy for her, in fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that Makino made him fall for her, he’d tell her the same thing he was about to tell Bride. What was it that attracted these women to him?! He didn’t know, but what he did know was that he really needed a drink. How the hell was he supposed to get through this?! How was she, for that matter, supposed to get through this?! Nothing seemed fair these days, and perhaps, he deserved that? Maybe, just maybe, this was some sort of punishment for not being able to save Ace and the old man? Whatever the case, it sure felt that way.
He stood still when she slapped him as his eyebrows creased. “Wait! Will you just listen to me, Bride, for once without coming to your own conclusions?!” He told her as he walked after her. “Listen, I didn’t mean that your feelings were a joke, what I meant was that…” He grit his teeth when he couldn’t make out the words to form. “Nevermind, look, I know that you’re not joking! But i’m not either!” He paused and looked up at her with determination in his eyes. “I’m no good for you, Bride! You deserve someone who loves you with all their heart the way you do! You deserve someone would take care of you, you deserve better.”
'…No!…Just leave me alone!' She wanted to flee, put as much as distance between her and that man as possible. Time after time, she’d allowed him to strip her being bare, leaving her with nothing but raw emotion and the vulnerable instincts of her youth. She despised her childish outburst, the slap, the mixed signals, and changes in mood that made her an emotional wreck. No wonder he wanted to have her head examined; no wonder she’d always be last place.
It may not have been a competition, but that didn’t make it feel any less like a loss. Shoulders slumped, legs trembling, she couldn’t bring herself to so much as raise her head. Rejection had been imminent; hell, she’d foreseen it when he’d tipped her off that time he’d showed up down in the dumps. A sister, he’d called her. Yes, that’s what she’d always be. Never a wife, never a girlfriend, or a mother. It was probably stretching it and going too far to assume there was no one for her but him, but, if so, where was he? And if it was meant to be, when would it happen? Twenty-nine years single with an adopted child, a family of immature, muscle-head men, and a fault list that could wrap around the world five times and still have some length left to dangle.
She flinched at the sound of approaching footsteps, bit down on her lower lip and swallowed the whimper in her throat. 'There it is…the whole speech, as expected…'
"…I deserve…you say..?" She lifted her head and tried a smile, but her face wouldn’t cooperate. "How very like you, saying what you want without thinking things through." The quivering of her shoulders stopped. "Did it ever occur to you that I KNOW already!? I don’t wanna be stuck on you when it hurts me!" She shook her head with disbelief and looked back to the rainforest ahead, her voice going soft as she hugged herself. "…As if just anyone will do. I don’t settle. I never will…"