"Not as of yet, and I'm starting to wonder what she's up to." Klaus sighed after a healthy swallow of his own drink. Setting his glass next to the bottle on her nightstand, he twisted around to reach for his sketch pad again. He flipped open to his half-finished piece...then slid a glance at her...
...then flipped to a fresh page. He'd finish the other one from memory, he wanted to capture this before he lost it. Or before she fell asleep.
"If she's not back in an hour, I'll have to go looking." he mused, roughing out the line of Lydia's body beneath the covers, eyes focused on the page as he moved to her shoulders, then her face, then the curve of her arms as she cradled her glass. "And if I don't like what she's been up to, she'll be daggered."
He stilled just as he was starting on her hair, remembering that the daggers were no longer in his possession: something he was fairly certain Lydia had a hand in.
Sliding a look back up at her, he scrutinized her features intently, eyes narrowed.
After a long, searching moment, however, his gaze slid back down to the page so he could finish the intricate splay and gathering of red-gold waves laid against the berry-colored pillows of her bed.
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Date: 2014-08-21 11:17 pm (UTC)...then flipped to a fresh page. He'd finish the other one from memory, he wanted to capture this before he lost it. Or before she fell asleep.
"If she's not back in an hour, I'll have to go looking." he mused, roughing out the line of Lydia's body beneath the covers, eyes focused on the page as he moved to her shoulders, then her face, then the curve of her arms as she cradled her glass. "And if I don't like what she's been up to, she'll be daggered."
He stilled just as he was starting on her hair, remembering that the daggers were no longer in his possession: something he was fairly certain Lydia had a hand in.
Sliding a look back up at her, he scrutinized her features intently, eyes narrowed.
After a long, searching moment, however, his gaze slid back down to the page so he could finish the intricate splay and gathering of red-gold waves laid against the berry-colored pillows of her bed.