One-shot chapters from Bar Red's Redemption showcasing:
Life after high school, engagement and their wedding, life with their kids, things from Clementine's POV, mature scenes from their bedroom life, and anything else that happens along the way! Th...
"The two great movers of the human mind are the desire of good and the fear of evil." ― Dr. Amit Abraham
And you guys! I doodled a quick sketch of what I imagined Clementine to be like, since so many of you guys are confused about her scar.
Emphasis on the quick, it took me like five minutes, so there's no shading or anything and it's not perfect, but here you go!
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Clementine Astoria (you can't see it but she's totally wearing her dinosaur skirt)
Anyways, they are now twenty, it's two years in the future and its summer break for their Sophomore year in college.
Hint about this chapter: "Will you.."
extra chapter "wrong answer"
Bar stood in his and Clementine house-- they had bought it together one year after graduating high school and lived there contently ever since.
It was a large two-story house with a wrap-around porch, an indoor pool, a giant kitchen that he absolutely loved, and their property consisted of twenty acres that had a thick forest full of life in it with eight more acres of fields including a pond and a big garden.
It had been expensive but neither cared, the little goddess' bank account didn't even have a dent into it and even though she wanted to pay for the whole thing, Bar used quite a big chunk of his money, too.
But that didn't really matter, since they ended up pooling their savings together, anyway.
The house was big but cozy despite the size. It felt like home to Bar, especially when Clementine was in it.
At the moment she was at the mall with Fen and Gus, but Bar had stayed back to finish his painting.
While Clementine went into neuropsychology, he finally decided what he wanted and went into the art program at Harvard.
It was a hidden talent of his, one he was never able to express well, but as soon as classes began and he got the supplies, he found it hard to put down the brush or pencil.
Bar dabbled in painting, charcoal, photography, and even making sculptures but his favorite would always be a simple pencil or paper.
Often he liked using pens too, even if he couldn't correct mistakes he liked to see what he could turn the art piece into.
It didn't have to be perfect.
He was the creator, after all, and the only one who knew what it was supposed to look like was him.
Which was great, because then he had a valid excuse to tell people who judged him about his art to fuck off.
His professors... were admittedly scared of him and most days he sat alone in the lecture rooms or in the workshop.
