ohhh I'm so excited about the script I'm working on but the question is, can I actually draw what I want to draw for these scenes? I will not actually know until I try, but I hope people like them none the less.
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Here's a writing sample that doesn't spoil anything, it's just a thing I wanted to write a while ago. It's Lawrence and Huxley related.
“What’s wrong?” Huxley flicked the cigarette in his hand, fiddling with it but not lighting it near the bird. He really should quit, what with the precarious state Lawrence was in. It’d probably benefit Edel too, if he was ever allowed near him.
“I noticed,” his words drifted slightly, like be didn’t know how to approach something, “that your clothes are a little different lately. Are they from Belacuna?”
Ah, Huxley laughed.
“That’s right, I’m half Belan. Got these from some folks there. Thank you gifts from previous clients.”
“Are you fluent?” Curious today, he was.
“Somewhat,” he shrugged, “did you want to learn?”
Lawrence pondered it for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t know any other language, I don’t want to sound dumb if I mess up.”
“S’not hard, just gotta start small.”
“Who taught you? Was it your mom? Dad?”
Huxley stopped walking then, the feathering silence without his footsteps caught Lawrence’s attention.
“It was my mother,” he quietly continued to walk, “and then my grandmother, after she died.”
“Oh,” Lawrence’s heart felt heavy, “… sorry.”
“Car accident,” he continued, “so they say, but that’s neither here or there, I don’t remember much, I was only a kid.”
Lawrence stayed quiet, thinking about his own mom.
“What’s she like?” Huxley shifted his shoulder to catch his attention, “Yours.”
“Mine? Well,” he had to think. Although he loved his mom, Lawrence always worried about putting her in a bad light when describing her. She was a little terrifying, after all.
“She’s pretty strict, but well meaning. We would always take care of the others together… I was her little helper. It was a bit suffocating at times, but I was always glad when she took care of dad’s business. He’s too soft, you know?”
“She’s a bull, huh?”
“She always cut my hair too short, I told her I didn’t like people looking at my face all the time. They would say things about our eyes…”
“Is she green-eyed as well?”
“Yeah,” he paused, “… I probably hurt her feelings telling her these things. She’s probably heard it all before. I should… talk to her sometime. I just worry- if she finds out, you know? She’ll take matters into her own hands.”
“Right, we can’t have that,”
“My little sisters are still at home, and dad’s health hasn’t been great. I don’t want to add more undo stress than I have already…”
“Is finding out her missing son isn’t dead more or less stress?”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” Lawrence huffed, “you’re the adult here, what’d you think?”
“I think you’re right t’keep the status quo.”
“…”
“Oh! She’s also a great magician! A witch, even!”
“Is she now?” Huxley laughed, Lawrence’s eyes lit up talking about her, even if he still had those moments of being, well, a teen. “That’s strange, I know most witches in that area by name.”
“Don’t think she’s registered,” Lawrence mumbled, “she had to drop out of school for some reason. Heard her talking about it on the phone once. But she’s super smart, she would ace any exam. She’s been learning from home, but she never told me her affinity…”
He looked up, “… actually, you haven’t told me your affinity either.”
Huxley simply nodded, “‘s a secret, people get weirded when they find out.”
“Ah. I knew it. Necromancy.”
“Ya wish. Besides, that’s not an affinity.”