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Taps mic… hello…anyone there…? Jovente nation…? 🥹
the love affairs of joven hernando
pacoven is like... you're my first love. admiration and hero worship are so intertwined, I can't distinguish one from the other. you're kind and gallant and so patient-- I love how safe I feel with you, even if the life we live, the situation we're in, isn't safe at all. it's you who protects me, and I was too naïve to stop and ask: who protects you? maybe that's why I lost you in the first place-- I never even got to say goodbye.
jovente is like......... you're my second love. you're rougher than the first. careless. passionate. breathtaking. more inexperienced and young. your longest and most important relationship is with a murderer, whose very existence demands your loyalty more than what we have. I can't help but wonder if what I am to you is important at all. if the war has killed the part of us that loves like children, pure and unconditional.
i never really get my answer. we are separated, in the end-- i drop out of your life, your best friend dies. and you don't even come to look for me. it's like you said goodbye, at some point, and I was too busy lost in you to hear it. we never meet again.
maven is like.......... you give me a promise in the form of a coin. i find you, and give it back to you, and you remember me, my name. my face. who i am. you see me and you are the first one to give me things other than heart break. you give me shelter, a place in this world you've built. a seat in your circle. i have never been this cherished before, nobody has been loved by me for as long as I have loved you-- you are the first one who stays. the first one I watch... change. transform. burn like the sun, then collapse like a super-nova. turn into a yawning black hole of never ending want-- you are the first to burn me. to destroy me with your presence, instead of your absence.
i should have let you go. but by the time i loved you, i was too tired of goodbyes.
Vicente x joven from Goyo
Late to the party but Happy #2YearsofGOYO Heres some of the artwork I've done for this fandom. Hoping to make more(And I am still making more 👀) - #Goyo #Felidios #Mabinaldo #Alejortiz #Bayaniserye #Jovente #Artph #ArtistsofSEA #artistsoninstagram - (Kunwari wala dyan yung Quezons game ko na fanart HAHAH) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEyg3sehVD-/?igshid=ndj6tx0cirut
some fun jovente to make up for the fact that the rest of the goyo art I drew was Sad
>> support me on patreon! (hq res on patreon @ $1 tier) / kofi!
what do you mean this isn’t how the scene went
Vicente’s drawn to Joven because he’s the calm and the pure that contrasts his disruptive, bloody world as a soldier.
He loves how Joven’s innocence seems to remain untainted by the war. Vicente, among the trio, is the kindest, but sometimes—when bullets cut through the air, blood and guts spill on the ground and orders to kill are all he hears—he forgets he’s human. He now unhesitantly arrests civilians when ordered by the general, no longer flinches when he watches someone get tortured and has killed more people in the battlefield than he can count. Sometimes, he thinks he needs to shred his humanity to stay sane but Joven, the little sunshine, reminds him that’s not the case.
Every bright smile reminds Vicente that the war isn’t all there is. Every innocent question wakes the child in him—curious, bright and optimistic. He looks at Joven—terrified yet ripe with courage—in the middle of the battlefied, and suddenly feels recharged with energy, knowing victory’s the only option. He’d earn it not as a soldier commanded by a young general, or a pawn fighting for a president cowering in safety, but as Vicente Enriquez, a man who would go through hell and back if it meant preventing anything from happening to a soft-spoken, bespectacled photographer named Joven Hernando
Rusca: Anong nangyari kay Joven?
Vicente: Hindi niya kayang uminom nang marami kaya siya naging ganyan.
Joven: Sasapakin ko si Senyor Presidente.