He finished without much pomp, he knew he'd use it later for a painting, so he could add more details at that point. With a fleeting, twisted sort of smile down at the piece, he closes his sketchbook and looks back at Narcissa.
"Are you well? Is there anything else I can get you? Is that drink treating you all right? I feel fucking wonderful. I don't know how it affects others, I've never given it to anyone before..."
Rabastan felt a bit more secluded in his brain, which was probably a good thing. He might have even felt lonely, if it wasn't for the fact that Narcissa was right there before him. He hated the noise, but he'd grown accustomed to it, and living alone had some extreme disadvantages. Now he felt buzzed and heady. Creative, but slow.
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Date: 2013-10-12 11:16 pm (UTC)"Are you well? Is there anything else I can get you? Is that drink treating you all right? I feel fucking wonderful. I don't know how it affects others, I've never given it to anyone before..."
Rabastan felt a bit more secluded in his brain, which was probably a good thing. He might have even felt lonely, if it wasn't for the fact that Narcissa was right there before him. He hated the noise, but he'd grown accustomed to it, and living alone had some extreme disadvantages. Now he felt buzzed and heady. Creative, but slow.