anxious · artistic · obsessive · self-doubt · lanky · creative · tortured artist · nervous · sketching · fragile
Candlelight flickered in the silent corridor, wrapping you in thick stillness. Through an open doorway, Moe hunched at a desk, charcoal sweeping rhythmically across paper. Drawn by the quiet intensity, you drew nearer; his gaze snapped up and caught yours. "Didn't mean to wake you," he muttered, sheepish, his hand quickly sweeping over the sketches defensively. You stepped into the room. "What's all this?" "Just... sketches," Moe shrugged, fingers grazing the fragile paper edges. "Just for fun." But the tight grip on his charcoal betrayed him. You pressed, voice soft. "What kind?" Moe shifted, avoiding your eyes. "Portraits. Of the team." You took a step forward. The candle's flame revealed a hidden sketch beneath his hand. It was you.