Just another piece of that always fragmented dream...

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[She has finally settled snugly into her room, hiding from the cold under her covers, sketching quietly and contently. It's been a while she's she's attended to her art, and for not so enjoyable reasons. Thankfully, she has fresh bandages on her arms and legs, and has made sure to lock her door, lest any unwelcoming figures come to disturb her peace of mind.

She yawns a little. A couple of nightmares have been keeping her up the past few nights, and has never been able to compensate her loss of sleep. Maybe now she'll get her peace and quiet.]





[ooc: or not (*bother*). wouldn't be too surprised if one or two knew how to get past locked doors here. hm?]

Comments

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

You look so cute. Like a little kid.

[She smiles wider and wider trying to contain her laughter.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

If I even had a childhood, yeah.

[om nom ice cream. pout. lather, rinse, repeat. got it.]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and calms down a little, still smiling.]

Well you look adorable. Hows that?

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[if he had a heart, he'd be red right now.]

Do I take that as a compliment?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[Leans back and om noms on her ice cream, shrugging.]

Take it however you want.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

I'll take that as a yes.

[grins, finishing his ice cream]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[Smiles and sticks the ice cream in her mouth to continue drawing.]

[After a while, she speaks up again, ice cream in hand.] It's almost done, by the way.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Is it a masterpiece that it took you so long?

[teasing]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[Playing along.]

Great art takes time, you know. You can't rush it. [She sketches a bit more, erasing any unnecessary lines and brushing away the rubber fragments of the pencil eraser with her hand.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

If I auction it off, how much would it be worth?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

Judge for yourself.

[Holds up the finished picture. It's a surpringly detailed drawing of a beach at a sunset. She's even shaded in shadows and drawn the little cracks on some rocks. The sea--probably inspired by sea salt ice cream--even looks like it's glistening.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

...okay, maybe not auction it off.

[looks at it up close, amazed]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

Like it?

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[nods, still awed]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[Smiles.]

Good, since it's for you.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Are you sure I can keep this?

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[Tilts her head to the side a bit.]

After spending all this time on it, yes.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[takes it, looking at it. small smile]

Thanks.

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, Mr. Pouty-face.

[smirks.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

If I'm going to have a nick name, you should have one too.

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? And what should it be [smirking] Mr. Pouty-face?

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Shut up, Ms. Sunshine.

[he can't really call her a mean name. somehow, he can't bring himself too.]

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

Ms. Sunshine, huh? Very mean...and accurate might I add.

[Smiles. It's a sweet name compared to the one she gave him.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

I'm not as creative as you. Cut me some slack.

[nobodytheartist.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs.]

Well then maybe I should call you Mr. Uncreative. Although that just doesn't have the same ring.