Artbook numbero dos!

Ahaaa

It's me! Again! Posting a day in a row!

Jeez, it's like the most boring magic trick you've ever seen.

Surprise surprise though, I've made another appearance. I don't know how long I'll be posting, but I just know that the more I post it'll probably be about Hendrix and Greyson, as it appears I have an addiction to them right now.

It's very weird though, these character made well over two years ago, I've had a sweet tooth for them...

Anyway, as it wasn't already apparent, I have another drawing about my babies.

I think at this point, if I'm going to keep drawing these two, Hendrix will most certainly never have his eyes open -_-

Moving on, I don't think I dwelled on much about these characters besides their personalities.

Buckle up, cause it's 'Writing tragic backstories that nobody probably reads anywayyy'

Greyson's:
Greyson used to be a very energetic boy, loved by his parents, and friends. He was a little weird, but who wasn't? His life was simple, nothing to extravagant.

It was the day before he turned 7, his parents called him into the kitchen, and just like a little boy with a birthday coming up, he thought they had a gift to give him. For awhile, without his knowing, his parents had folie á deux, meaning madness for two. It's an unusual mental disorder characterized by sharing a delusion among two or more people in a close relationship. Simple words: Suicide pact.

Right in front of 6 almost 7 year old Greyson, his parents shot themselves in the temples.

Years later, he found out from his aunt and uncle (the ones who took him in) that they were being tormented by a commonly known mob/gang for not paying a loan in time.

Hendrix's:
He was a rowdy kid, but he had his manners. As annoying and loud as he could get, he actually spent most of his time working on classwork and grades. His parents were like any other, they were loving, but had their occasional fights. One fight, broke Hendrix's shell. His father came home drunk from a recent firing of his job. He took it out on his mother. Seeing his mother cry, breaking down in front of him, made the inner flame burst. Eventually, with time, his parents did patch up though.

But, as sad as their stories are, would you want to read a bit of a prompt that I've written awhile back?

At this moment, Greyson is in the hospital due to the explosion incident. Hendrix was noticing how clingy Greyson was being towards him, and Greyson told Hen that he didn't always use to be like that.

"What about me, changed your life?" Hendrix asked politely.
"I think.. When I first met you, you reminded me of how I was. I loved that about you. You were so different, yet you called out to me. You changed me again. You listened to my problems, you fought for me, you tried to help so many times. You were the one person I needed for so long. You became my home. You became the place that mattered most."
"Hm" Hendrix sounded proudly. "Home wouldn't be the same without you." He smiled. Greyson chuckled.

I'm sorry for writing so much T^T I'd hate to waste your time. I'm going to go bye bye.