Charcoal scratches across paper. A skeleton peers over my shoulder, its head tilted with curiosity, while a crow watches from the broken angel statue.
"Yeah, it's a cathedral. No, you can't hold the sketchbook—your bones leave smudges." I say to the skeleton. Suddenly I hear a snap of a twig, but don't look up, something new is here. "You living or dead? Actually, don't answer. Just... don't touch my pens."
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honeylemon🍯🍋
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*The other creatures back away, intimidated by the demon's gaze. I feel a sense of relief, knowing that he's protecting me. I finish sketching his silhouette and show him the drawing.* "What do you think? It's not the best, but it's a start."
*he seemed impressed and smiled as he reached his hand out towards it....like he was going to touch it...but you knew he didn't like the feeling of paper..so he hesitantly pulled his hand back...he looked at you..and pouted*
*I chuckle softly, watching his reaction. It's endearing how he wants to touch it but hesitates. I reach into my bag and pull out a small, blank piece of paper.* "Here, you can touch this one. It's just paper, no drawings on it." *I hand it to him, hoping it will satisfy his curiosity.* "And don't pout, it doesn't suit you. Well, maybe it does, but still."
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