They call me David the bastard. Yeah, I guess it fits me just right. You see, if it wasn't for my brothers, I'd probably be a lot different. I'd be good for her. But since I'm not, there's not much I can do. It started in Scotland. My parents were expecting another child. Soon, they realized it was actually two kids in mom's body. Twins. Such ugly little fuckers they were. All bloddy and blue. I got attached to both of them. At first. Parents named them Laith and Tial. They were born in that order. I can't really say I ever loved Tial. But Laith. My little bro Laithie. Always loved him. Moving on. We were a nice little family. Parents were high school sweathearts, whatever that means. It happend when they were about ... I'd say 3. Laith and I were outside in our garden while mom and dad were in the park. The two always spent time together. So, while we were innocently playing with a dead bird (or was it a frog? Whatever it was, it was dead), Tial made his way to the garden, holding a knife in his right hand. I looked at it and at the dead animal. Laith as depressed and gloomey as he always was, didn't care. I did though. My little brother's twin brother has killed an animal. I picked up a rock and threw it at Tial. Anyway, ever since that little event, Tial acted like a total dick. He killed and burnt things. Then, my parents got another baby. Two, actually. A schizofhrenic little girl. Her alter ego, I always adored. Laith liked Lilly better though. Ill was my personal fave. But I love them both. But no one ever loved Tial. Everyone hated him, except mom and dad. They loved him best. And four kids wasn't enough (five, actually) for them. They went and got yet another kid. Dana. She was so small. But then Tial got extremely jealous and he killed her. Chopped her head clean off with that same knife as he killed the animal with. And then some time passed. Actually, the very next week, mom and dad shiped us (me, Laith, Lilly and Ill) off to the USA. They stayed in Scotland, with Tial. They only kept Tial and left me with a bunch of mentally screwed up kids, including myself. Frankly, I wasn't a good parent role. My siblings turned out relatively okay, but it messed me up. So I think it's understandable that I said no to having a kid with May. I don't want kids. I don't like them. They're a pain in the ass and then eat up your time. I thought she felt the same. Unfortunately, she doesn't. Once when I got drunk and she was off the pill for some time, we had sex. Without a condom, of course. And ... She got pregnant. I told her I don't want the kid. I told her to get an abortion. She wouldn't listen. When she fell asleep once, I wrote her a goodbye letter. Explained I can't have a kid with her. Now, at least. And I left. Pretty soon I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life. And I kicked myself for it. I even tranformed into Laith, almost. Had a gun at my head. I imagined what May'd do. She'd place the gun at my balls, for sure. It made me smile, but the happiness soon left my brain. Of course I didn't kill myself. But I learnt one thing, though. I DO want a kid with May. I do. May, I love you.
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yup. that bastard BD i can't help but to love David XDD by far, David and May are one of my faves it's something about them, probably 'cause they're much older then me and my sis's characters, so it's fun. and David is so complex. sometimes i feel he's more complex than Hitler XDD anywho, May's pregnant in this picture. it doesn't show though, she's not that far yet XD and the pose was SO hard to get TT n TT but i tortured myself till i got it =u= XD
I also love the anatomy to this drawin ^^
yeah? thank you so much! >w<