[ It's said in a drawl, Ephemera's head tipped to the side. Handsome man, isn't he? Strong jaw. The sort of face that Ephemera thinks he'd enjoy sketching. Getting all the angles just right. He knocks some of the drink back, baring his teeth at the burn.
Yeah, that's the good stuff. Sobriety never did anyone favors at these things. ]
Couple. Keeps me going. Everybody says they want Quarry stuff, but they end up buying portraits.
[ It's not the blood that puts people off, he thinks, but the emotion behind it. Too much hang on the walls, maybe. ]
no subject
[ It's said in a drawl, Ephemera's head tipped to the side. Handsome man, isn't he? Strong jaw. The sort of face that Ephemera thinks he'd enjoy sketching. Getting all the angles just right. He knocks some of the drink back, baring his teeth at the burn.
Yeah, that's the good stuff. Sobriety never did anyone favors at these things. ]
Couple. Keeps me going. Everybody says they want Quarry stuff, but they end up buying portraits.
[ It's not the blood that puts people off, he thinks, but the emotion behind it. Too much hang on the walls, maybe. ]
You're Drake, right?