Day 27: #xiantober : Artist!xian
Equipt with nothing more but his pencil and notebook, Wei Ying begins to sketch.
His slender fingers guide the pencil from one end to another. Quick strokes mix with
gentle glides—filling in the empty space.
Simple shades of grey
Equipt with nothing more but his pencil and notebook, Wei Ying begins to sketch.
His slender fingers guide the pencil from one end to another. Quick strokes mix with
gentle glides—filling in the empty space.
Simple shades of grey
brings life onto the page.
His eyes dart between the notebook and the object of his affections. This rhythm becomes imprinted in his work.
Though he’s anxious to finish, he is also steady to perfect the piece.
From head to toe, he captures the essence of
His eyes dart between the notebook and the object of his affections. This rhythm becomes imprinted in his work.
Though he’s anxious to finish, he is also steady to perfect the piece.
From head to toe, he captures the essence of
muse. The ebony shade of his hair, golden hue in the eyes, and sculpted facial features that seemed to be chiseled from jade.
The epiphany of art in physical form.
It fascinated Wei Ying. A new spark of inspiration and just what he needed after a tiring
The epiphany of art in physical form.
It fascinated Wei Ying. A new spark of inspiration and just what he needed after a tiring
day of class.
Once he’s satisfied with the product—having done his best with what he has—Wei Ying walks over to his muse.
“Excuse me,” he softly starts.
His muse looks up from the book he had been reading and offers a kind smile.
Wei Ying reciprocates with a cheerful
Once he’s satisfied with the product—having done his best with what he has—Wei Ying walks over to his muse.
“Excuse me,” he softly starts.
His muse looks up from the book he had been reading and offers a kind smile.
Wei Ying reciprocates with a cheerful
grin, “I hope you don’t mind but I sketched a picture of you.”
Ripping the page from his notebook, Wei Ying holds it up for his muse to see.
The benevolent smile he had received, softens dramatically. His lips part and the soft exhale of a breath is heard.
Ripping the page from his notebook, Wei Ying holds it up for his muse to see.
The benevolent smile he had received, softens dramatically. His lips part and the soft exhale of a breath is heard.
His amber eyes round in wonder, glistening like stars in the night sky.
The expression is compelling and Wei Ying itches to capture the moment.
“It’s beautiful,” he says and the vigor in his voice nearly knocks Wei Ying off his feet.
Scrambling, he replies, “It’s for you
The expression is compelling and Wei Ying itches to capture the moment.
“It’s beautiful,” he says and the vigor in his voice nearly knocks Wei Ying off his feet.
Scrambling, he replies, “It’s for you
to keep.”
“I can’t keep this. It is your work.”
“But I drew it for you and it’s you so who better to have it than yourself?”
Although hesitant, he relents but with a compromise. “May I get a signature from the artist?”
“Oh, right!” Wei Ying quickly jots down his name
“I can’t keep this. It is your work.”
“But I drew it for you and it’s you so who better to have it than yourself?”
Although hesitant, he relents but with a compromise. “May I get a signature from the artist?”
“Oh, right!” Wei Ying quickly jots down his name
and after a second of contemplation—his number. “There we go.”
His muse glances quickly down at his name and reads, “Wei Ying.” Then he turns to face him.
“A beautiful name.”
A blush befalls his face and he feels hot. “And may I know the name of my muse?”
“Lan Zhan.”
His muse glances quickly down at his name and reads, “Wei Ying.” Then he turns to face him.
“A beautiful name.”
A blush befalls his face and he feels hot. “And may I know the name of my muse?”
“Lan Zhan.”
He tests the name on his tongue. It leaves a honey filled sensation in his mouth and gives him butterflies.
“If you don’t mind, I would like to draw more portraits of you.”
“Not at all. I look forward to it.” He proceeds to tucks the drawing into his book. “I’ll call
“If you don’t mind, I would like to draw more portraits of you.”
“Not at all. I look forward to it.” He proceeds to tucks the drawing into his book. “I’ll call
you later, Wei Ying.”
“Mhm! I will await your call then Lan Zhan.”
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A bold move I can see artist!xian pulling hehehe
“Mhm! I will await your call then Lan Zhan.”
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A bold move I can see artist!xian pulling hehehe
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