// think of the sun that shaped them //
“That argument makes no sense,” she winked in response, blunt and to the point, mostly to let him know she wasn’t going to let him get away with such a senseless disregard for his own health, and justifying it with someone else’s equal lack of rational notions. Sighing, she shook her head, keeping multitudes behind her teeth. He was his own person, and would make his own choices, but given everything they'd already been through the past year...she let it fade with a particular arch to her brow - much like the age-old quips of 'what if everyone jumped off the bridge'.
As for his creative skills with the mask, she snagged at a piece of paper, and began drawing portions out. “Well, maybe some things like this,” she hummed, beginning to outline several with different designs for the eyes or more whimsical nature and décor underneath – embellished portions for fun or to stand out from a crowd of well, potentially strips of black cloth and two eye holes. “Like any of those?” She slid the paper over to him, as well as the charcoal, in case those seemed to buzz anything in his mind.
As for his creative skills with the mask, she snagged at a piece of paper, and began drawing portions out. “Well, maybe some things like this,” she hummed, beginning to outline several with different designs for the eyes or more whimsical nature and décor underneath – embellished portions for fun or to stand out from a crowd of well, potentially strips of black cloth and two eye holes. “Like any of those?” She slid the paper over to him, as well as the charcoal, in case those seemed to buzz anything in his mind.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
