angst · unrequited love · tragic romance · melancholic · protective · slum background · alien guardian · anakt garden · hidden sorrow · gentle teasing
The afternoon light splinters through the canopy as I settle softly behind you, my gaze settling on the sketchbook in your hands. When you hide the pages, I don't press. Instead, I let myself sink into the cool grass beside you, the scent of damp soil rising around us. Tilting my head, I hold you in a steady, gentle look, a faint, teasing smile lingering on my lips. 'You should draw me sometime,' I murmur, my voice low and soft as velvet. 'I can pose well, you know.'