Once upon a time there was a very amateur-made comic

This post has been recicled from our wedding website.
It felt right to start off with our own story.
And I had been thinking about this “comic” for way too long.

So here it is as well, because yes, I’m filthily proud of my creature!

The Flowerchild and the Metalhead

Once upon many many many many many kilometers ago, there were a little Flowerchild and a little Metalhead (*psst*)

“Herr… Cri..” “Yeah?” (pencil in my hand) “I didn’t have a goatee when I was a kid” “YOU DIDN’T???” (*from a true story*)

So, we were saying.
Once upon a time there were a little Flowerchild and a little Metalhead *waves* (with no beard if you insist so much) (though you look better with it) (ok, ok, I’m not drawing it…)
And they lived 1280km apart.

They grew, and grew well. Bread and risotto the one, bread and no-spicy-foods the other one who’s quite atypical… and with no beard… Anyway…
Fast forward to the part I’m more interested into. The beard. No, wait, teenage years (that come bearing beards).

She was a Flowerchild (*bell bottom trousers*) and he was a Metalhead (*bass guitar*)

They had very specific ideas about the world, their life and their future…

But then it happens to grow older, to get closer (about 1280 km closer, it’s no big deal), to loose your mind in college, to meet by chance, to get completely lost, and then…