That caused him to stop, completely, his eyes moving back to her once more with a rather bewildered expression. Maybe it was a revelation. For so long he never felt like anyone actually saw him for who he is, or understood him at all.
"Well, you are lovely, and I am drawing you with full realism. I do like abstraction, though. You're bold. You're daring. But you're confined. Like me, yeah? Held in rigid walls, trying to break free. But we can't. We're not allowed to..."
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Date: 2013-10-11 01:46 am (UTC)"Well, you are lovely, and I am drawing you with full realism. I do like abstraction, though. You're bold. You're daring. But you're confined. Like me, yeah? Held in rigid walls, trying to break free. But we can't. We're not allowed to..."