Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
"Oh," he says, a touch surprised. He knows enough about Ancients, but it's still a thing to hear the word centuries tossed out for an age like it's nothing. He pauses for a moment, counting under his breath and faintly wiggling a few fingers. "I'm nineteen, so still figuring out muses as a whole, I guess." He taps his pen curiously against the paper thought, glancing up at her for a long moment, less distracted by the arch of her back and the swell of her breasts around her hair than her face. "So all that time, and you've never fallen in love?" If she says she loves Dygra, so help him.
He resumes his sketching though, a few lines ending up a little wrong, not quite the image in his head or the image of her. It's a woman though, at least that much is clear, he thinks. No, yeah, definitely looks like a woman. To make sure, he adds a bit of extra roundness to her breasts. "Frey assigned me to," he murmurs, distracted now in trying to shape out her chin properly. He's drawn before, just doodles on his papers when studying became boring. It'd mostly been the same thing over and over, a well practiced dragon, a 3D symbol, a sun with shades peeking out of the corner and varying degrees of lines for rays of heat depending on the room he had. This is a bit more advanced, and though his model is perfect, other than the fact she does keep arching this or that differently, it's not so easy to put down what's real onto paper. Another one of Frey's lessons?
He resumes his sketching though, a few lines ending up a little wrong, not quite the image in his head or the image of her. It's a woman though, at least that much is clear, he thinks. No, yeah, definitely looks like a woman. To make sure, he adds a bit of extra roundness to her breasts. "Frey assigned me to," he murmurs, distracted now in trying to shape out her chin properly. He's drawn before, just doodles on his papers when studying became boring. It'd mostly been the same thing over and over, a well practiced dragon, a 3D symbol, a sun with shades peeking out of the corner and varying degrees of lines for rays of heat depending on the room he had. This is a bit more advanced, and though his model is perfect, other than the fact she does keep arching this or that differently, it's not so easy to put down what's real onto paper. Another one of Frey's lessons?
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
