#demidrew

SOME IDV DOODLES!

I should try to post something here on Tumblr so why not this? I love them so much 😭

you can find me on x too, @maglxnn !

I drew me and my duo (MY BOYFRIEND) as that shadamy image

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- Half-French, half-German. His mother taught him a few words in German, but he’s not entirely fluent. He still likes to practice as often as he can, through either writing diary entries in German or reading books in the language and trying to translate them in his head.

- He enjoys sketching in his spare time. He’s filled a few sketchbooks over the years, mostly of flowers, stray animals, and some strangers whose faces he could draw from memory. When he was younger, he had dreams of perhaps becoming an artist someday, but it didn’t take very long for him to abandon the idea.

- Swears very often, despite how soft-spoken and quiet his voice is. It’s not exactly uncommon to hear him mumble a small fuck under his breath if something starts to go wrong or if he accidentally hurts himself in some way.

- He has a bit of a wonky smile, and he looks much older than he actually is. He also has plenty of scars across his body, mostly from childhood, and he has one scar over his eye that he keeps hidden beneath his bangs, which is partly why he decided to grow his hair out. He doesn’t enjoy looking at his body, and will try to avoid looking at his reflection any way that he can, especially if he’s getting undressed or about to bathe.

- He suffers from very vivid nightmares, and even just looking at a particularly bright light could trigger some unpleasant childhood memories. Once he wakes up, it’s nearly impossible for him to fall back asleep, which just worsens his already horrid sleep schedule. After a long streak of sleepless nights, he’ll eventually just pass out on his bed and sleep like the dead for hours upon hours. Nothing and nobody can wake him up when he’s in that coma-like state.

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"Do I...do I deserve...to be loved?"

The sunlight was dimming to a soft marigold, like the small flame of a candle slowly fading to darkness. Andrew sat quietly, watching the snow blanket the world in cold sheets of white. His gloved fingers brushed against each other awkwardly and entwined together on his lap, then returned to nervous fidgeting after a moment of being still.

Demi couldn’t deny that there was something about him she found endearing. His eyes were a pearly crimson she’d never seen before, framed by lashes the same color as the snowflakes swirling around them. The air felt melancholy around him, almost like a veil that warned others to stay away, but somehow, it kept pulling her closer and closer.

When she touched his hand, a shiver forced its way through his body, like a cold breeze trembling his bones. Andrew held his breath, expecting mockery or disgust, but such revulsion never came. Instead, she laced her fingers with his, and he sheepishly blushed at how perfectly their hands fit together.

Although his first instinct was to pull away, perhaps even scurry back inside and wallow in his own self-loathing, the warmth of her presence kept him firmly in place. Unsure of what to do, he squeezed her hand back as a quiet acceptance of her affection.

Demi beamed, her smile almost as bright as the flicks of remaining sunlight. When he gazed back at her, almost bewildered by how happy she was beside him, it became much harder to ignore the sudden warmth blossoming in her chest. She lifted her other hand to trace the scar on his cheek, and he couldn’t help but tense at the motion, awaiting the inevitable pain he was sure to experience.

He was actually met with her fingertips against the marred lines of flesh beneath his eye, down to the shape of his jawline.

Andrew wanted to say something, but the words immediately dissolved in his throat the moment he felt her soft lips against his. She tasted sweet, like whiskey and some other booze he couldn’t place. Whatever it was, by the time she pulled away, he found himself already addicted. She giggled at the blush creeping across his face, and he could hardly breathe as their kiss replayed in his mind.

Nobody had ever kissed him before.

Demi, satisfied with his reaction, placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, humming softly. He squeezed her hand again, and for the first time in years, he smiled.

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should I try to colour this too? I’m scared asf I don’t want to ruin it 😭