So tonight I picked up a paint brush for the first time in YEARS and quickly did this of Viktor. I messed up his face part way through so I got annoyed and rushed the rest but I’ve seriously missed this🎨
BOOKS MEME | (5/9) nine otps. → Feyre Archeron and Rhysand from A court of thorns and roses by Sarah J. Maas.
My heart stumbled a beat. I didn’t know what to do with my arms, my legs, my face. I gulped down the rest of my wine and discarded the glass beside the bed, steeling my spine as I said, “I’m thinking that I can’t stop thinking about you. And that it’s been that way for a long while. Even before I left the Spring Court. And maybe that makes me a traitorous, lying piece of trash, but—”
“It doesn’t,” he said, his face solemn.
Exactly, what do you damn expect of my legs? In that scene, it wasn’t about my legs but what was happening…Tch, pathetic. Always pointing what is least important. Problem how I look? Deal with it. ~Levi.