[link] :Your face, this haircut, it's going to look brilliant!It'll look splendid in blood. And he slides back her bangs to kiss her, that's going to an epic scene.
This is where you haunt with your day to day existence: it's corroded and debauched with perpetual neglect:
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this is your boyfriend, Tiean "Tean" Turksi:[link] (this is his face) [link] [link] [link]

And this is Juna's body type:
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Just wanted to give you a heads up!!! Thank you.

P.S.

Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while.
So, what's going on with you?





If you could change one thing in the future what would it be?

Excellent! This is going to be great :]

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THis is basically how your character's boyfriend thinks.
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Personally I'm proud that my character was like this before I knew a character like this existed, to use as a reference, and a guideline. I'll give it to you straight: your lover gets blasted in the back of the head, and, because of the memetic legacy of Mama War's children (they being his biological predecessors), Tean is brought to Gran Death's vestibule: there he makes a entente with Her, one that dictate's She will bring back once to life, so long as he continues to bring souls to Her; and if he should, to Her, become useless by that accord, then she will claim him with macabre finality.
There's a symbol for his character, it's called the Paper Sparrow: now this was before I'd even heard of 'the Crow'. I saw in a tattoo book an image of a sparrow, and I remembered that Calvin in Bill Waterson's comic had said something once to MOe about how a sparrow's agile smaller form proved naturally formidable against enemy Crows, a much larger predator. Then MOe knocks him out of his shoes with a collosal punch. But I saw this picture, and it said that once, in christianity primeval, the sparrow was a messenger of God, and that it actually was responsible for guiding souls from heaven to their births into the living world.
Now Jak Grinsen, The Mor, and the anti-hero of the saga, is also called the Crowworm, because he wants to die but can't, and must keep killing to fuel the misery machine he literally lives in. Sparrow, Crow: these two characters were supposed to be eachother's nemesis.
Anyways, after reading that, I covertly made Tean's running symbol a sparrow in the midst of a hallo of bullets. I made him a paper sparrow. Because paper is easily marred by ink, especially when its black.

So, that's your boyfriend, basically.
Together you two are the Molotov Lovers, destined for dismemberment....this is your theme song...
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I'm sorry I can't resist: Her's the chapter, and I swear I'll never be this thoroughly informative ever again.

Preface


Bullet for my Butterfly


Heidis, 1st Upper City district, Keiner
The Heidis general police precinct,
flr 16, Chief Commissioner Swith’s office
image music: gattaca theme, ‘ghost of you’mcr

Trembling slips of tears rolled from his cheeks. He gasped, swallowing in the wet from his still soaking face. Two floors below the police commisioner’s office, sprinklers continued to drown the downstairs homicide department of the Haydis police station. The blood wallowed and slipped down the built in drains, like the policmen Tean had disposed of readily. Removed.

The convulsions, which had till recently subsided, clawed and pulled at his insides. The hazards of this temporary alleviation had been most definetly worthwhile.
But, now, his body tore him new sores of pain: as her eyes spluttered with helpless, tender panic.
Tean’s pupils shivered with his body’s pulsating fluctuations of frantic panic, clenching hysteria, and sheer mortification. These shocking emotions infested the air, mingling with the remnants of gun smoke
He clutched and held her closer still.
This moment, in his spasming arms, she was carefully dying.
Gored and pulpish as she was from the bullet, still he embraced her withering soul in the cradle of his drenched arms. The lights gasped evermore in the keyhole of Juna’s eyes. Deluging him, the cataracts of grief bled from his eyes, blinding him, and binding his anxieties, Tean struggled, indecisive whether to hold Juna only closer or to repulse the terrifying moment now passed. A frantic disgust threatened him that to embrace her, his passionate aid, would only be to embrace and therefore except the decision which led to her destruction.
Juna had graciously made that same choice that he could not avoid himself from making. Despite his rage against its unfairness.
Ripping and stabbing more painfully than ever, the shaking seizure converged over his body. Tean gritted his teeth with anguish, before thrashing her dying face into the bosom of his despair, almost crushing her diminishing existence in its last exhalations of breath.
The gesture was so morbidly pathetic. His drenched hair inclined toward her face as she cried silently. Like chilled recollections of pleasant moments, his hair brushed her lips and eyes. The drenched strands almost tickled her nose as they stroked her stained face, painting themselves further in blood. Juna piteously shivered, infantile in her agony. Her fingers searching. They managed to make contact with his cheek.
Her fingers trembled, her lips searching for air as they spluttered.
“I”she breathed, “I…—I,” she gasped, chest rising frantically, anguished in their desperation. “I...,” Eyes deluged in guilt, she struggled to formulate her misery. “Tean….I couldn’t—I couldn’t….without you…I’m” Her full lips depressed with the pain of her regret, “I’m just so sorry…”
“Don’t shoot the bull on me Ribaldi” Tean snorted unconvincingly, thinly gauzing his mounting sorrow, “You’d do it just the same again if yuh could….but, but that’s…It doesn’t matter—“
“I know yuh can’t forgive me for this….” The fatal exhaustion engendered itself with every modicum of her flesh; her eyes dropped, so laborious, so tiresome to maintain….the whole body. “I can’t forgive me for this yet…”
“No!NO!....I mean…” His arms constricted around her, numbly frantic, cleaving to the whimpering shuddering mass of his love until she wheezed. “D-don’t! DON’T!...don’t do that…”
Juna snorted, tired, but sardonic of his senseless aggression as he stumbled for control over his body. His hold tightened, tender, and only iron-clad.
“Ribaldi dammit!” he whimpered softly. “…n-none of that. C-c-c’mon….”
As more life silently abandoned Juna’s body, her fingers slid heavily away from Tean’s face, reposing on the remains of her blood-deluged chest with a delicate but reluctant finality. A shameful desperation rankled over her after thoughts, like a molester behind the corner; juna ignored, the steady, consuming ache of pain draining her of concern. Persistent, she stared pitilessly into his forgiving, grieved face.
The pangs of the eitr slithering through his veins groped and dragged the comfort from the insides of his eyelids. His stumbling incredulity poured his attention into the awful pallor of her face. ”You won’t….I-I’ll make it—I’ll carry you out, just like before—”
“…no” Juna breathed, eyelids closing with bitter penultimate dignity. “Just…stay with me…we’ll watch whatever’s on…allright?...”
Juna’s lips were depleted of sparking allure, in exchange for her final convictions as he, Tean, had ferociously aimed his Laudo revolver between her breasts; bursting through her main arteries; shattering and spattering her spinal column over the wall in front of him like gross shrapnel. Tean stammered to protest whitnessing her own stubborn expiration.
“But, it’d—I could—”
“sshhh-ush you…don’t let me alone…”
“What would I do if I did—”
“Just be quiet…and watch with me….”
With juvenile reluctance, Tean’s breath shivered in his breast: he complied, viciously upset with her for his embarassed quietude.
A silhouette of bitter deconstruction, Riggs whimpered and gurgled in the background. Tean couldn’t even feel enough to be enraged anymore, the room was cold and vividly mortifying.
“YOU CAN”T GO OUT LIKE THIS!” He roared, his fingers goading into her skin. It writhed slightly under his immovable grip.
“…there’s…no right way to go out, Turksi…”

Mayor Riggs of the Haydis city district moaned again. Despite the initial impact of the bullet’s collision with Juna’s chest it had burst through and spat out of the back of her back, and, consequentially, into his.
Jamming air down into her breast, cherishing its wheezing relent with girlish ferocity, Juna gasped, coughed and breathed softly.
“I never said anything about loving you for real did I?”
“No—not di-rectly, to me. No” Tean mumbled.
“Huh.” She panted, “Ain’t… Ain’t that just bizare?”
Panting her last pathetic breath, she died.
Static arched and snapped over the electric ceiling lamps, the scene went black.
A roar of breathless torment racked his throat, pushing desperately from his lungs, pouring into the fathomless emptiness in his head.

Ah! This is all so wonderful! I, too, love all the symbolism and ideas behind birds (whether crows or sparrows). And I love Calvin and Hobbes haha.

MCR's "Romance" is one of my favorite songs! I'm so glad it is my character's love song!

You are awesome, and all of this is just flattering me to no end, haha

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There's a line where she asks him if he'll love her always, and he says 'yeah, that's definite. Absolutely. Always.'
She sort of moan/laughs 'No, not always like 'forever all the time' I mean, like, all-ways: like you'd like me all ways... like as in any way."
"As in all ways, every way, and no way else?"
"Is what I'm sayin', suguh."
"Hmm...that's, uh, rather hard thing tuh ask a guy" kisses her again "Eh...I'd love you anyways."

When he slaughters the conspiratorial tyrant who started the entire incident in Keiner in the first story, he says inside his head: "it's still always".

How does that sound? If it sucks let me know; i'm just sketching out the 2nd episode in the saga.


I wonder, would you want your guy to love you and no one else, even when you were dead and he was miserable without you? Or would you want him to always love you, as well as find love with someone else?



Oh. By the way. YES!!! I'm so, I'm just so elated by your response, I'm so happy!
I'm really excited that you like what's going on.

Hey, um, there's a scene where Tean and Juna get, you know, romantically engaged__it's not graphic or anything...um...I guess...I don't know, would you like to see it?

Ah, I like that play on "always/all ways."

If I died, I'm really don't know how I would want my guy to move on. It's a very tough question. Though I suppose I would want whatever made him happy.

haha I'm fine with romantic engagement. I'll see it when it's finished.
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I started design on Juna's face, but now I think what I've done so far, isn't suitable enough. I'll uploade the revisions when I'm done.

Wow, such a powerful look in her eye. :'0

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The Bishie Photog is here! >8D Where're my bishies at, betches?! XD