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milliways_bar2005-12-19 05:57 pm
iustus_rex) wrote in milliways_bar2005-12-19 05:57 pm
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Kitty's gone.
It is, therefore, perhaps not entirely surprising that Edmund is bored, and furthermore is actually out and about in Milliways this evening.
The fact that the Junior Extremely Allegorical Messianic Kitten has taken to demolishing wrapping paper may possibly have something to do with this. Perhaps.
The scraps of wrapping paper still sticking to the ankle of one leg of his trousers is almost certainly the only way to tell that, however.
Meanwhile, Edmund finds a pot of tea and his sketchbook, taking them to a seat in the middle of the room. It's been quite some time since he's drawn anything other than Kitty, after all.
It is, therefore, perhaps not entirely surprising that Edmund is bored, and furthermore is actually out and about in Milliways this evening.
The fact that the Junior Extremely Allegorical Messianic Kitten has taken to demolishing wrapping paper may possibly have something to do with this. Perhaps.
The scraps of wrapping paper still sticking to the ankle of one leg of his trousers is almost certainly the only way to tell that, however.
Meanwhile, Edmund finds a pot of tea and his sketchbook, taking them to a seat in the middle of the room. It's been quite some time since he's drawn anything other than Kitty, after all.
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She starts adding crosshatching to his shoulders as Edmund relaxes into his seat, and leans forward a little to catch the way the tendons in his throat lie.
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It's something of a challenge: not merely the art itself, but to get it right, and to get it done quickly, and perhaps to be the first to finish.
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She doesn't bother with details on his shirt, simply suggesting the folds and the way his body moves in them.
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Especially when, after being a king, they find a home where their fiancée regularly outshines them.
Not that he particularly minds, really. He loves her.
Edmund chews on the end of his pencil, studying his sketch, studying her, because there's something missing still and he hasn't quite managed to figure out what it is, yet.
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She has tried, anyway.
She looks up briefly, and smiles, a tiny twitch of lips, before bending back down to the collar of his shirt and the softness at the base of his throat.
He could ask. That might make it easier.