#tew 2

Based on the art by my lovely friend @matchaccino-x

Please have mercy y’all I’ve never posted anything I’ve writing before.

Trigger warning for: Talk of death, murder, nudity kind of, dead body and description of multination

Gloved fingers gently turn the knob of a record player, setting the vinyl spinning as a familiar melody filled the comforting silence. A Soothing symphony of strings filling the air as Stefano set his suit jacket on a nearby hook. A practiced eye sweeping over the sight before him. A woman, figure who was once a well liked member of the community laying bare and bleeding on a tarp covered workbench. Her body in several bloody pieces, jagged cuts lining her flesh like a barbed wire shaped ribbon on a present he was more that willing to open. Fresh ideas already filling his head, his body buzzing, bursting at the seams with the need to make something beautiful. Each piece he delicately crafted a testament to his skill as an artist. A frown twitching at his lips at the thought of some ignorant fool's reaction to his craft.

A moment of tense hesitation lingers before Stefano takes a deep breath closing good his eye while applying pressure to the scarring under his bangs on the other side of his face. A dull ache had begun to set in beneath his new upgraded camera lense prosthetic. Another breath, deeper this time as he tries to drive these useless emotions from his mind. Letting his nerves ebb away with the flow of music . Philistines the lot of them.

“Darsi una calmata Stefano.” He shakes his head free hand reaching for his knife, this was his domain and he would shape it to his liking and this woman was a part in that. “Dear Bella what do I do with you… perhaps you shall be a symbol, a headless figure, a ghost carrying the essence of life to the next world.. All I need is-“ Stefano paused, a look of flickering of confusion crossed his features. “Dio- where did I-“ hands gripping the blade he looked around. The skull he was saving for his next masterpiece was missing. Whipping around Stefano strutted to the side of the room with a fast pace, a noise of pure irritation leaving his mouth. The record skipping again letting out a sour note as he pushed aside one of the heavy blood red velvet curtains of his dark room as he searched. Hands gingerly touching and moving objects as he didn’t want to break it damage photos in their varying stages of development. Stefano’s eye throbbed now as his growing annoyance was bleeding it frustration. Closing his eye he took a breath and stepped forward feeling a rush of air and excitement as really bent around him.

He opened his eye as his foot hit the ground looking around the different terrain. He looked up rubbing his cents eye as his good one roamed over the display in front of him. A nameless soldier suspended in time, confined to the blue box he created with his beloved camera . His back perfectly arched, eyes wide as his mouth opens in a silent scream. Multiple streams of blood fan from him like bouquet of death. Adjusting his shirt collar Stefano looked around. His polished shoes clicking on the field floor as he moved side picture frames and canvases. A spec of white catching his attention from the corner of his eye as he moved aside a box.

“Ah! There you are, here I thought you were running away from me.” Standing up Stefano held it up to eye level feeling a smile finally begin to grave his lips.” Finally I have all the pieces I need to create, and you will be my centerpiece. My riflession of life and death.”

Translations:

darsi una calmata Stefano: “Calm down Stefano.”

Dio: “God.”

Reiflession: reflection

Some anatomy/figure drawing practice, starring my favorite characters and some OC’s!