Bruce J. Hawker
by William Vance,
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Bruce J. Hawker
by William Vance,
Source: Difool (2dgalleries)
William Vance, inks for Le premier voyage du Lieutenant Howard Flynn, 1966
Best of Friends
Starter with @vvilliamvance
(a part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)
Who knew planning a wedding would be so stressful? Robin certainly hadn't.
He couldn't stop thinking about how every stitch on his outfit needed to be perfect, or else everything would go wrong. He wanted every single flower arranged facing towards him and Lacey, lest everything would wilt and be terrible.
Robin desperately hoped Lacey couldn't tell that he had been going mad over things out of his control, but she knew him too well. He hoped his stress was not spilling out of him into her own mind. That also worried him.
He was more that ecstatic to marry her, of course. It was all he could think about lately. But the worries he always had were simply just taking a toll on him this night. So, he and his dearest friend William decided to spend some time together. Drink wine (too much), relax (potentially), and not worry about anything... though that seemed impossible for Robin.
They sat on the floor of his room, sitting against his bed, refilling their cups to their satisfaction.
He closed his eyes, leaning back dramatically. "How did you not stress over your own wedding, Will? I feel like I am drowning in worry here." He would not say what his worries were out loud, as he never did that. He never wanted to talk about his own problems, but he sure was curious on how his best friend did not seem to spare a worry when it came to his own wedding. Perhaps William was just like that, and Robin was stuck like this. Always worried and stressing over nothing.
It felt good to be in William's presence, as he always seemed to ground Robin. But what was William thinking now? Was he in the same pit of worry during this terrible freeze? "And what is on your mind lately, friend?"
The Hearts of Age, Orson Welles & William Vance, 1934
Art: William Vance
XIII
William Vance
William Vance (1935-2018)
Will's a pretty merm.
The uncensored one with boobies is on my Newgrounds because I don't trust tumblr