and mostly what i draw is crap



With some soft music in the background Clarke was drawing on the wall in their bedroom. She had been busy with it for days now. She wanted every detail to be perfect and mostly she was just staring at the wall for minutes to see what to add next. All she could hope for was Lexa liking it as much as she did. Just when Clarke finally got an idea again she heard the door bell. She rolled her eyes and waited for a moment, no one opened. “Lexa! Could you please open the door! I’m busy and I look like crap!”