{rough}{drafts} >> kire
Jul 23, 2013 20:23:27 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jul 23, 2013 20:23:27 GMT -5
slayde rainswallow
Soft ember light danced across the smooth surface of the wooden table. Outside the window was darkness and the only light in the room came from a short candle that hardly had any life left on its wick; it wasn’t very much but it was enough for Slayde to see the piece of paper in front of him. Crumpled balls of paper were scattered all about like a dotted halo around his desk – each of the failed attempts, poorly drawn lines, everything hidden inside the balls of paper.
Slayde gripped the pencil tightly, lightly scraping the tip against the paper as he drew. The soft outline of a head appeared, followed by the shoulders; then the arms, slender with long fingers; a space left empty for the chest, then an empty space for the hips and the legs. He tightened his jaw, dark grey eyes examining the pitiful drawing. He was always positive that his drawings were alright but this – this was just pathetic.
He sat back in the chair, bringing the pencil’s end up to his mouth and gnawing on it. It was an awful habit that he had intended to stop, but it was always a subconscious thing and he never really realized he was doing it until he tasted the graphite on his tongue. The chalky taste made him jerk the pencil away, suddenly very aware that he was back to his nasty habit. He stuck his tongue out, spitting and reluctantly swallowing in a futile attempt to not taste it anymore but it continued to spread until he welled up saliva into his mouth and spitting it into the trashcan.
A short sigh escaped him as he gazed back at his spotty drawing. The female figure wasn’t bad but Slayde knew that if he even attempted to try to draw out the chest or hips it would not look the way he wanted to. Something would end up disproportionate, something would look weird, and the drawing would just become another wad of paper tossed on the floor.
A sudden determination came over him and he stood up, leaving the single candle burning in his room and heading down the hallway to where his sister’s room was, raising a fist to lightly rap on her door. ”Hey Zanna? Could you help me out with something?”
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