"Oh, for the love of God." Klaus sighed wearily, shooting her a murderous glare with no real heat in it, jerking his chin towards one of the wingback chairs on the other side of his desk. "If you're going to make a nuisance of yourself, bloody well sit down. You look fit to drop."
And she did: still too pale, high color in her cheeks, shadows under her eyes...she needed more sleep. If she sat, perhaps she'd drop off. If she died on him, he'd have to decimate the Quarter, then what would he rule?
With his orders issued, Klaus flipped open his sketch pad without really thinking, pulling out the pencil tucked in the binding. Almost immediately, the lines of her face and throat fell naturally onto the page, a product of intense study and repeated observation. The basic lines of Lydia's bone structure were as familiar to him by now as his own name...
"I'm...not sure how long." he admitted, falling into the familiar pattern of engaging her to keep her in place, prevent her from leaving before he'd finished his drawing. "A while now...I draw, I paint, it means nothing. It calms me."
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:17 am (UTC)And she did: still too pale, high color in her cheeks, shadows under her eyes...she needed more sleep. If she sat, perhaps she'd drop off. If she died on him, he'd have to decimate the Quarter, then what would he rule?
With his orders issued, Klaus flipped open his sketch pad without really thinking, pulling out the pencil tucked in the binding. Almost immediately, the lines of her face and throat fell naturally onto the page, a product of intense study and repeated observation. The basic lines of Lydia's bone structure were as familiar to him by now as his own name...
"I'm...not sure how long." he admitted, falling into the familiar pattern of engaging her to keep her in place, prevent her from leaving before he'd finished his drawing. "A while now...I draw, I paint, it means nothing. It calms me."