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Hey there Quentin-lovers, here's a bit of this babe for you! The continuation of the original storyline *finally*

I personally don't like this work, I did it while having a rather strong headache, so it's a bit too simple and not that much detailed :c
Plus OHMYGAHD how do I hate Photoshop for the lack of normal inking brush properties ><

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It was an early september morning, and I went to my Sound Of Silence to saddle him up and have a training to prepare for the next competitions. One of my biggest fears in Grand-Prix was to fail with the rhythm of my music and ruin the whole performance. That’s why I was having workouts every day except Wednesday, earlier than anyone else, just to ride my route without any irrelevant noises and with my music.
I love our center in the mornings. It’s quiet, just the grooms are calmly wandering in the stables, cleaning the boxes and feeding the horses. They’ve already got used to feeding SoS later than others, at for one hour. It’s been since that spring, when I took the miserable 9th place, that I’m working that hard. And I swear, if I don’t get at least the 3rd place on the next ones, I’ll finish up with the Grand Prix. That takes too much of my power. Well, I’m actually not the only one who suffers from that business – I’m not jealous of Lara, I think Mrs Monet will make her work with the papers soon. Sometimes I’m asking myself a question, how is Jazz, simply training and riding just for her own pleasure, managing to win every time? I’m so jealous of her, but not of her boyfriend, who has nerves of steel. Personally, I can’t be around here for more than ten minutes. I usually have a quite low self-esteem, but after talking to her I often have a desire just to vanish somewhere.
Just SoS understands me. True that. Especially, when I’m feeling super miserable, I take him to the forest, ride somewhere more or less far away from the stables and speak out all of my problems to him. Quite strange for a guy, isn’t it? But no one told I’m a normal person.

It’s just 6 am, and I’m already sitting on SoS’s back, turning on the music and starting the ride. Middle line, stop, greeting… I wanna throw up from all that already. Starting with the trot, turn to the left, extended trot. All’s going by plan yet. After numerous elements, extended allures and changes, I’m starting the gallop. And here go the pirouettes. Those goddamn pirouettes, screw them. I’m trying to count the rhythm in my head, not forgetting about the music and… and I’ve floundered again, of course. However, the pirouette was not bad at all, even better than yesterday. But the music flew forwards, and I should have been doing a flying change already. All shit. I had to stop and start all over again. I should’ve asked Max to remix me the music, extend this moment at least for some seconds more. I’m so lacking them mow.
In fact, I’m having too much left thoughts in my head, which I should have got rid of, but I can’t. But what can I do, if in my head I’m having all of the problems which I’m facing every day? Say Alex, for example. Someone must have cursed me… Half a year before his arrival everything was beautiful, and the last year I’ve been living trying not to cross my ways with him. Just imagine, if every single minute of your life you have been thinking about avoiding meeting with one particular person, counting the fact of being with him at the same territory 24/7. That’s awful. It seems, he must be the only one, who I say less then ten words to a day. Seriously. I’ve counted some time ago: g’morning, no, yes, get away, don’t touch me. Here, not even a tenner.
That’s all about his strange behavior. No one else is confused by that at all, they’re just laughing and making a joke out of it. Sure, it’s easy to laugh, when it’s not involving you. But that was absolutely touching me, literally and figuratively. Alex’s just attacking me, that’s it. I don’t even know if he’s gay or not. Probably bi, but I’m not sure, no one ever asked him, and I’m surely not the only one who wants to do it.
He was importuning me all of the time: pushing me in the corners, winking, trying to touch me. And I was trying to explain him that I’m not interested, but he doesn’t understand it. Or he just has nothing else to do. No, I’m not a homophobe, just stop touching me, don’t try to interact with me, Alex, please. And I’m sure, he’s a great guys, Lucie has got along with him really well and she’s reflecting nicely about him. But he’s driving me crazy and for that now. Lucie is my best friend, and he, as they became friends, is never leaving her. And she’s not against. And mine communication with her has rapidly decreased.
But he was a really strange person, not understanding the word “no”. Sometimes, when he was pushing me somewhere in the corner, I started explaining him that I’m not like that and I don’t need that, and he was keeping smiling and saying something like I myself don’t understand who am I for now. But how can he possibly know? Me is me, and he has nothing to do with that. Ah, why can’t I just talk to him as seriously, as I’m doing it right now in my head?

The scheme was ridden for the third time. Yup, gonna ask Max to rewrite the music, I don’t want to fail my performance because of some three shitty seconds. That’s how hard my life is.

(...to be continued...)

Next part
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All characters (c) by me

Art by me c:
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FOR YOUR REQUESTS AND QUESTIONS

TAKE A LOOK AT MY TUMBLR (FOR REQUESTS AS WELL)
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Tools of trade:

Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: will add later

Photoshop CS5

Description
Hey there Quentin-lovers, here's a bit of this babe for you! The continuation of the original storyline *finally*

I personally don't like this work, I did it while having a rather strong headache, so it's a bit too simple and not that much detailed :c
Plus OHMYGAHD how do I hate Photoshop for the lack of normal inking brush properties ><

_____________________________________________

Previous part

Storyline

It was an early september morning, and I went to my Sound Of Silence to saddle him up and have a training to prepare for the next competitions. One of my biggest fears in Grand-Prix was to fail with the rhythm of my music and ruin the whole performance. That’s why I was having workouts every day except Wednesday, earlier than anyone else, just to ride my route without any irrelevant noises and with my music.
I love our center in the mornings. It’s quiet, just the grooms are calmly wandering in the stables, cleaning the boxes and feeding the horses. They’ve already got used to feeding SoS later than others, at for one hour. It’s been since that spring, when I took the miserable 9th place, that I’m working that hard. And I swear, if I don’t get at least the 3rd place on the next ones, I’ll finish up with the Grand Prix. That takes too much of my power. Well, I’m actually not the only one who suffers from that business – I’m not jealous of Lara, I think Mrs Monet will make her work with the papers soon. Sometimes I’m asking myself a question, how is Jazz, simply training and riding just for her own pleasure, managing to win every time? I’m so jealous of her, but not of her boyfriend, who has nerves of steel. Personally, I can’t be around here for more than ten minutes. I usually have a quite low self-esteem, but after talking to her I often have a desire just to vanish somewhere.
Just SoS understands me. True that. Especially, when I’m feeling super miserable, I take him to the forest, ride somewhere more or less far away from the stables and speak out all of my problems to him. Quite strange for a guy, isn’t it? But no one told I’m a normal person.

It’s just 6 am, and I’m already sitting on SoS’s back, turning on the music and starting the ride. Middle line, stop, greeting… I wanna throw up from all that already. Starting with the trot, turn to the left, extended trot. All’s going by plan yet. After numerous elements, extended allures and changes, I’m starting the gallop. And here go the pirouettes. Those goddamn pirouettes, screw them. I’m trying to count the rhythm in my head, not forgetting about the music and… and I’ve floundered again, of course. However, the pirouette was not bad at all, even better than yesterday. But the music flew forwards, and I should have been doing a flying change already. All shit. I had to stop and start all over again. I should’ve asked Max to remix me the music, extend this moment at least for some seconds more. I’m so lacking them mow.
In fact, I’m having too much left thoughts in my head, which I should have got rid of, but I can’t. But what can I do, if in my head I’m having all of the problems which I’m facing every day? Say Alex, for example. Someone must have cursed me… Half a year before his arrival everything was beautiful, and the last year I’ve been living trying not to cross my ways with him. Just imagine, if every single minute of your life you have been thinking about avoiding meeting with one particular person, counting the fact of being with him at the same territory 24/7. That’s awful. It seems, he must be the only one, who I say less then ten words to a day. Seriously. I’ve counted some time ago: g’morning, no, yes, get away, don’t touch me. Here, not even a tenner.
That’s all about his strange behavior. No one else is confused by that at all, they’re just laughing and making a joke out of it. Sure, it’s easy to laugh, when it’s not involving you. But that was absolutely touching me, literally and figuratively. Alex’s just attacking me, that’s it. I don’t even know if he’s gay or not. Probably bi, but I’m not sure, no one ever asked him, and I’m surely not the only one who wants to do it.
He was importuning me all of the time: pushing me in the corners, winking, trying to touch me. And I was trying to explain him that I’m not interested, but he doesn’t understand it. Or he just has nothing else to do. No, I’m not a homophobe, just stop touching me, don’t try to interact with me, Alex, please. And I’m sure, he’s a great guys, Lucie has got along with him really well and she’s reflecting nicely about him. But he’s driving me crazy and for that now. Lucie is my best friend, and he, as they became friends, is never leaving her. And she’s not against. And mine communication with her has rapidly decreased.
But he was a really strange person, not understanding the word “no”. Sometimes, when he was pushing me somewhere in the corner, I started explaining him that I’m not like that and I don’t need that, and he was keeping smiling and saying something like I myself don’t understand who am I for now. But how can he possibly know? Me is me, and he has nothing to do with that. Ah, why can’t I just talk to him as seriously, as I’m doing it right now in my head?

The scheme was ridden for the third time. Yup, gonna ask Max to rewrite the music, I don’t want to fail my performance because of some three shitty seconds. That’s how hard my life is.

(...to be continued...)

Next part
_____________________________________________

All characters (c) by me

Art by me c:
_____________________________________________
FOR YOUR REQUESTS AND QUESTIONS

TAKE A LOOK AT MY TUMBLR (FOR REQUESTS AS WELL)
_____________________________________________
Tools of trade:

Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: will add later

Photoshop CS5