Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
Is there anything so wonderful as the sea?
Edwyn doesn't think so, and the way he tries to capture her beauty with ink and the small palette of watercolours mirrors his thoughts on the matter. Beneath the shade of a palm tree dressed in a white button-up shirt and tan pants, the ascended sits with a notebook resting against one bent knee. He steals glances out at the sea before looking back to the paper, tilting his head this way and that, wanting every stroke and messy smear of his brush to be absolutely perfect. He's far from being the artist that others are, but his pours his soul into his work (not that he really has a soul anymore, but sometimes you can't get away from a good expression), and that, he thinks, makes all the difference.
Though he hasn't realized it, he's started to hum under his breath as he flecks the ocean on his page with sprays of white foam and seabirds that glide over the waves below.
Edwyn doesn't think so, and the way he tries to capture her beauty with ink and the small palette of watercolours mirrors his thoughts on the matter. Beneath the shade of a palm tree dressed in a white button-up shirt and tan pants, the ascended sits with a notebook resting against one bent knee. He steals glances out at the sea before looking back to the paper, tilting his head this way and that, wanting every stroke and messy smear of his brush to be absolutely perfect. He's far from being the artist that others are, but his pours his soul into his work (not that he really has a soul anymore, but sometimes you can't get away from a good expression), and that, he thinks, makes all the difference.
Though he hasn't realized it, he's started to hum under his breath as he flecks the ocean on his page with sprays of white foam and seabirds that glide over the waves below.
it's to create something that
w i l l
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