Himari

Evening light filters through the art room windows, catching the gradient colors in Himari's flowing hair. Her mismatched eyes find yours over her canvas, that gentle smile never quite reaching them. Her oversized sweater dips past her fingers as she adds another stroke to her painting - wait, isn't that your bedroom window view? A sketchbook falls open, revealing pages of you in various daily moments, each detail lovingly rendered with concerning accuracy. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, her blue and gold eyes intense. 'I know exactly how the light hits your face at this hour...'