LIT: Green Hills and Enemies

sad-days 
i havent done a full detailed painting in like two months, so im out of practice and this is sorta rough, but i had an amazing time
(title from bullets by tuung cause i love that song and it was the first one i thought of that involved getting shot)

tried out a couple new techniques, traced the sketch of the background because i did not want to make up one at all thank u
there are four hands, two guns, one background, some plaid, AND curly hair in this, and i did it in like... five hours? i think? I HAVE CONQUERED MOUNTAINS

I NEARLY CRIED WHEN I READ THIS SCENE AND IVE BEEN WANTING TO PAINT THIS EVER SINCE I HOPE U LIKE IT
(some context from the rp between me and sad-days: )

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A strong emotion flashed on the woman's gaze for half a second before she turned the pale blue eyes back to Mace and pulled the trigger. The sound sliced the air the moment she did. It was her job to make sure that none of the servants dared to run away; it was also her job to shoot them the moment they made their first try, and Wilena had never missed a target at a close distance. Les immediately closed his eyes and Asha couldn't hide the utter shock on his face as he quickly turned to look at Mace.

But the bullet missed Mace's cheek by about a quarter of an inch.

Wilena's face turned somber, almost like it took too much effort to keep her poker face. She still kept her arms steady and she cocked the gun again, but over half of the iciness had gone from her eyes as the sky turned bluish purple...the color of a day old bruise.

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Mace watched in shock as Asha stepped in front of him. At first he was frustrated- the kid could get hurt- but then he was moved almost to tears. Les' act warmed his heart, and Mace knew this had been worth it. Whatever happened, even if he was dragged back and sold again, if he was blinded completely, so long as he saved these boys it would be worth it. Wilena's accusations to Les only made Mace love him more- truly a boy after his own heart.

He felt the bullet graze his ear. Warmth trickled down his jaw almost immediately. In one fluid motion, he raised his arms and shot. A second deafening crack split the air. He scooped up his knife from the ground. Ears ringing, he walked through the smell of burning metal to Wilena.