“It’s golden Father, the whole sky is golden. It’s beautiful.” The light from the meteors flashing past reflects gold in John’s pale hair and creates sparks of constellations across the wide blue of his iris.
“That’s my boy.” Jeff would reach out and ruffle that hair if he could. If John wasn’t a good three hundred and twenty seven miles away from Earth right now.
Excerpt from ye olde Bring Our Starman Home. Haven’t drawn anything in a long time, let alone TAG stuff because, well, yeah, but Kelly sat me down and made me watch the new eps and I remembered a lot of just why I love Thunderbirds in the first place. Please don’t re-post or pin elsewhere and if you’re not going to be nice please just leave me alone, ok. I miss this.