sketchbook series 001: the lion [bronte's]

the light winter chill roars as wind picks up through the window that is just cracked slightly. no matter where bronte went, they always wanted fresh air, not because it was hot in the room, but because fresh air no matter how cold; had helped her think. maybe it was the sting that came from it hitting their face that made them feel just a little more alive. or maybe it was just because that was how they processed things.

eraas hated it.

however, they were the only one in the art room, and most of the time, this was the case except for the nights where they might be watching joyce practice her singing. they always tried to space out the nights where theyd observe, because even she knew that there was such a thing as too much. they were in love with joyce, but they werent obsessed with her. something that she had to teach herself for years before any of this happened.

she looked out the window to see kids playing in the snow, and bronte did not feel any sort of joy for such a scene. they were hyper focused and in their creative space, and there was a pencil in hand with a blank canvas in front of them. they closed their eyes and took a deep breath and let the mind take over.

alain had always been the one to try to corral them all. maybe he thought he was the oldest of the group, so he thought he had more to prove than he probably did. bronte wondered if it was because he had paternal instincts. that or overcompensation for the lack of parents in his or any of their lives. whatever the case may be, bronte did appreciate him for being someone that could at least corral them all together. it didnt mean that they had to adore him, or even follow him. it just made navigating the world they lived in a little easier.

the funny thing, is that bronte always wondered why the eighteen year olds never got adopted any earlier. they let their hand start drawing a perspective line to work off of. they had spent enough time staring at each one of their backsides to be able to remember exactly what each one looked like. outlines and curves appeared on the canvas in light gray and shades of metallic. a small figure on the perspective line and a lion on one side, paws outstretched to protect, versus a dragon, fire breathing and wings flapping.

their mind was working double time.