A/N - This story is very loosely based on my own life; the album is something that reminds me of my first love. The Saltwater Room is a song we sang together in the car after we said “I love you” the first time and again one of the last times I saw him before he went to prison. Years later we’re about 1,000 miles apart and unable to contact each other at free will. I’ve waited a long time to write this and…idk, I guess now is the time. It’s okay if ya’ll don’t like this one, it’s more of just me needing to get it out.
Song - The Saltwater Room
Bucky rolled over, half asleep. He stretched in the warmth of his bed, jumping suddenly when he felt that you weren’t lying beside him. He sat up in the darkness of his bedroom, looking around frantically for you. His heart rate was going a mile a minute and his breathing was erratic as his eyes scanned the room. Everything came to a standstill when he finally caught sight of you outside, walking along the shoreline just yards away from the house.
You looked like something out of a movie; wrapped in the deep maroon throw blanket that was usually tossed across the back of the couch as you stepped barefoot through the cool sand. Wind whipped through your hair and you closed your eyes as you came to a stop. Taking a shallow, shaky breath, you opened your eyes and looked out into the dark blue abyss that was the night sky.
Hi there! I know I haven’t post anything in ages but still, I think this time it’s very necessary. Turns out my family it’s having a lot of troubles recently, so bad and big that I need to manage to pay for my studies. That’s why I’m starting to sell prints.
Please if you are interested, read the whole thing, please.
My situation right now it’s very delicate. Believe me, I’m very scared of what may happen in the future, so, if you live outside Mexico and you want a print, I can’t send you the physical drawing, the only thing I can do (for now), it’s to send you the digital drawing without my watermarks and of course, some small drawings related to the one you are buying or a simple commission (with this I mean like cartoonish- doodles- sketch, not like my final works because I don’t have time for full renders until December). This because I can only go outside to university, that’s all, that’s the situation. I don’t want to explain the whole thing, but, it’s really bad.
So mostly what I’m selling right now it’s my whole Instagram gallerie (there are few exceptions, but you can text me about this). All those drawings are for sale and I also have some that I made in traditional art, those are in my Facebook page that I recently open yesterday.
I will leave you all my social media here plus some examples of my drawings. You can direct message me via Twitter, Facebook or Instagram as you prefer so we can make some agreements.
For the the first time in millions of black children’s lives, they got to see themselves as both warrior and king. Your contribution to the culture was invaluable. You truly were the hero of an entire generation. Wakanda forever and ever and ever king. Rest easy.
I hope he knew the impact he had on the lives of countless people around the world. I hope he knew how much he was loved and how many people admired his talent. How many people - little boys, little girls, men, women - looked up to him.
I can’t fight the tears that come stubbornly, I can’t actually believe that that is true but I know I’m finding comfort in knowing that Chadwick Boseman will literally live forever through the legacy he leaves behind, and that he’s already a legend and a symbol of hope and a symbol of power for forever.