- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
Well, she sounded like she was telling the truth. And Aerin didn't think she would have done all those things to comfort him if she cared, which meant that she probably hadn't lied. With a silent sigh, he nodded, looking up for the first time and noticing her position. With both wolves laying on her, it was ... cute. Aerin flipped his page over to the blank side, looking down and holding the pencil up. He had been sketching her for a few weeks without asking or showing her, but they'd made a jump in their friendship recently.
"Do you mind if I drew you? The wolves too, but I guess they wouldn't mind too much." If she said no, he would be sad, and probably not respect her wishes. Her body was such a perfect model that he couldn't help it. Lines and shapes worked for him on the paper to draw her just as she was, no modification needed. He'd never used anyone as a model before, even if she wasn't completely aware that he did. It was different, and he was glad his first one was so lovely.
Aerin sifted through his pack until he came upon his colored pencils, finding one of the tips had broken. Grumbling, he put it back, being reduced to light blue and brown. You would have thought someone would have kept a sharpener around, but he had yet to come across a small school sharpener.
"Do you mind if I drew you? The wolves too, but I guess they wouldn't mind too much." If she said no, he would be sad, and probably not respect her wishes. Her body was such a perfect model that he couldn't help it. Lines and shapes worked for him on the paper to draw her just as she was, no modification needed. He'd never used anyone as a model before, even if she wasn't completely aware that he did. It was different, and he was glad his first one was so lovely.
Aerin sifted through his pack until he came upon his colored pencils, finding one of the tips had broken. Grumbling, he put it back, being reduced to light blue and brown. You would have thought someone would have kept a sharpener around, but he had yet to come across a small school sharpener.