After that comment he turned around to go back to his canvas, taking a deep breath before facing her again. There was something to be said about having the ability to hide behind a large canvas.
There had to be focus, though. This could be the portrait of his life---well, perhaps that was a bit dramatic. It could certainly ease him into her thoughts on a regular basis. That was never a bad thing.
He deftly whipped out a small, black pencil and began to sketch on the stiff sheet. His eyes flickered between the lines on the canvas, and the lines that formed her body. It took a keen eye to pick them out, but he knew it was all about acute observation. Whatever he saw, he projected. Perhaps there was more to it, but that's all he knew in his own mind. A simple taking in and giving back.
"So," he managed to utter about halfway through sketching her waist, "How many awkward dates have you had to go on, lately? Do your parents force those upon you?"
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Date: 2013-01-28 04:16 am (UTC)There had to be focus, though. This could be the portrait of his life---well, perhaps that was a bit dramatic. It could certainly ease him into her thoughts on a regular basis. That was never a bad thing.
He deftly whipped out a small, black pencil and began to sketch on the stiff sheet. His eyes flickered between the lines on the canvas, and the lines that formed her body. It took a keen eye to pick them out, but he knew it was all about acute observation. Whatever he saw, he projected. Perhaps there was more to it, but that's all he knew in his own mind. A simple taking in and giving back.
"So," he managed to utter about halfway through sketching her waist, "How many awkward dates have you had to go on, lately? Do your parents force those upon you?"