- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Varies.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Romance
Kassi gazed at him as he pulled his shirts off, her eyes roaming over the dips and curves of his body. The artist in her could appreciate the beauty of the human body, and knew that he was an exquisite example. The female in her just stopped and stared, feeling as though she had gotten hit by a bus and had the breath knocked out of her. She finally pulled her eyes away, shifting a bit on her stool to get comfortable.
"That's fine. Don't move," she murmured, now perched on the edge of her stool with her knees spread so that she was close to the canvas. She picked up a brush and started to paint, glancing at him every few seconds. It honestly wasn't necessary to look at him that much, but it was good to get a fresh reference every now and then, and looking at him made her want to smile. Within ten minutes she was in her normal rhythm of painting, where she was so focused she noticed little else. Her wet hair had been swept over one shoulder, leaving one side of her neck exposed. This turned out to be a good thing when she switched brushes and stuck one over that ear. She also had a spare brush dangling from her lips, the handle balanced between her teeth as she kept her mouth slightly open so as not to bite down on it. It was easier to keep it handy this way, and she was too wrapped up in what she was doing to care if she looked silly.
"That's fine. Don't move," she murmured, now perched on the edge of her stool with her knees spread so that she was close to the canvas. She picked up a brush and started to paint, glancing at him every few seconds. It honestly wasn't necessary to look at him that much, but it was good to get a fresh reference every now and then, and looking at him made her want to smile. Within ten minutes she was in her normal rhythm of painting, where she was so focused she noticed little else. Her wet hair had been swept over one shoulder, leaving one side of her neck exposed. This turned out to be a good thing when she switched brushes and stuck one over that ear. She also had a spare brush dangling from her lips, the handle balanced between her teeth as she kept her mouth slightly open so as not to bite down on it. It was easier to keep it handy this way, and she was too wrapped up in what she was doing to care if she looked silly.