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Diamond’s quill paused mid-tap, her eyes flicked up from her notebook with an almost feline curiosity. She didn’t need to see what he was sketching - she already had a pretty good idea even if he had just called the view predictable - but now that he was peering at her work? Oh, the scales had to be balanced.
In one fluid motion, she pivoted on her crate, angling herself just a bit closer under the guise of stretching, her movements languid and deliberate. “Soooooo mellow dramatic,” she teased, tilting her head as if sizing up his sketchbook. “Surely you’re not just sketching the same mountains we’ve all seen a million times? That would bore me to tears.” Diamond signed dramatically. "Perhaaaaaaps, then, you’re secretly sketching your muse? A tragic heroine? A breathtaking vision of beauty? Moi, perhaps?" She hummed, letting the suggestion linger just long enough to be playful, absently examining her nails as though the idea was nothing more than a passing thought. Then, with a knowing smile, she flicked her gaze back to him. “You are looking at me a lot, after all,” she added, her voice syrupy sweet. Shut up. It didn’t matter that making eye contact was the polite, normal thing to do—it was far more entertaining to spin her own narrative.
The Gryffindor leaned in further, her eyes flicking down toward his lap and then towards the cover of his sketchbook. With an exaggerated gasp, she clutched her own notebook to her chest like a scandalized debutante. “Tell you what - show me yours, and I might show you mine,” she purred, reaching out, fingers hovering just shy of snatching the sketchbook outright. The threat was very real but also was not in the mood to risk papercuts. “If it’s just a landscape, I promise not to be too disappointed. Just like you have to pretend not to be too bored if this turns out to be nothing but Transfiguration notes.”
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.....................................
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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