#saint calvin

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J.D. 🖤

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Do you have a gun?

Something must be done

Just really tired for last month

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Quick sketch. Ronnie saw JD in mental hospital after years of searching.

When J.D. heard he had a visitor, he thought he must have been mistaken for someone else. Or maybe his asshole father needed something from him after all. His first impulse was to say no, but curiosity got the better of him. So J.D. followed the nurse into the visitors' room.

He wasn't at all prepared to see her there... Hearing the door slam, Veronica turned around: collected, detached, ready to fight back if need be. But when she saw him, she clamped her hands over her mouth in horror and stared at him.

J.D. froze on the threshold and stared intently at her, frantically preserving every feature of her face in his memory. How her frowning eyebrows suddenly rose pitifully. How her lips trembled and twisted in horror a moment before she clenched them hastily with her hand. And how the tears glistened in her warm brown eyes (of course they were brown, how could he forget!).

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Veronica should be crying on David's shoulder. He was the one who was supposed to hold her hand at the funeral, to hold her when everything was over.

But it was always JD. He is the only one she can trust.

(for my fic “Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you”: Ten years later. There are a bunch of rules that JD doesn’t intend to follow.)

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- Are you ready?

- Hell, no! - he smirked and stared at the clinic door, squeezing her fingers. His throat clenched. - You're still smoking, right?

- Yes, I still smoke. I tried to quit, but something went wrong, - Veronica let go of his hand, pulled a Marlboro out of her purse, and pulled out two cigarettes. She held one out to him and pressed the other to her lips, leaving a lipstick mark on the filter.

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Just a little sketch with JD and Veronica

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Adult! J.D.

Far beyond repair, but he do his best

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…and here he is: free, numb and fucking lost. He has no idea what to do with his life as if he had just been born already damaged and beyond hope. JD stood on main stairwell of St. Kelvin's Hispital and squizzers in teeth his dog tag, her farewell gift.

– To make it easier to identify the body? – he smiled gloomy and felt a painful pleasure from grief in her eyes. JD didn't mean to hurt Veronica, but he was in too much pain to stand it alone.

– No, dumbass, coz you look hot with it, - she smirked. – War is over, JD. Put your dukes down, it’s time to move on.

And she moved on.

... I love this song 🖤