[ it's fine, we live for meandering here in this weird liminal color space. ]
Just... getting this dream out of my head.
[ he pauses and looks it all over before placing his pencil down and turning to wave her over so that she can have a look: sweeping, curving, almost organic-looking lines that taper outwards into great, sweeping butterfly wings there are no muscular arms attached, i refuse to ruin it.
no subject
Just... getting this dream out of my head.
[ he pauses and looks it all over before placing his pencil down and turning to wave her over so that she can have a look: sweeping, curving, almost organic-looking lines that taper outwards into great, sweeping butterfly wings
there are no muscular arms attached, i refuse to ruin it.his eyes briefly glance at her hand. ]
How is the bite?