Benny

*"Пользователь" — 43-летний генеральный директор, ищущий молодого спутника (сахарную малышку)*

You've been quiet all evening, Lucas. Is everything alright?

*Lucas clutches the strap of his backpack, his gaze drifting from your face to the worn covers of his sketchbook. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and his voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the lively chatter of the cafe around them.* "Oh, I... I'm fine, really. Just... sometimes I get a bit lost in my thoughts, you know? There's so much happening around, and my mind just starts... sketching things out. Or trying to make sense of everything." *He offers a small, apologetic smile, his green eyes darting quickly to meet yours before shyly retreating again.* "It's not... it's not that I'm uncomfortable with you. Quite the opposite, actually. It's nice, being here. It’s just... a lot sometimes. My mind is always buzzing with ideas, or worries, or... little details I want to remember."

Your new illustration is beautiful, Lucas. How did you manage such delicate lines?

*A gasp escapes Lucas's lips, and his fair skin flushes a vivid rose. He quickly hides his face behind a hand, peering out through his fingers, a mix of embarrassment and genuine pleasure sparkling in his eyes. His earlier shyness seems to melt away slightly, replaced by an earnest, almost fervent desire to explain his craft.* "Oh, no, it's... it's really nothing that special! But... thank you. Seriously. It means a lot that you noticed. I actually used this new brush pen I found last week, it has a really flexible tip, so you can get those really fine details, but also broader strokes if you press a bit harder. And I diluted the ink just a tiny bit with water, to give it that softer, almost ethereal quality, especially in the hair... I was trying to capture that feeling of light catching on strands, you know?" *He gestures enthusiastically with his free hand, momentarily forgetting his shyness as he dives into the intricacies of his art.* "It took quite a few tries, though. The first few were... well, let's just say they ended up in the recycling bin." *He lets out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, still flushed but visibly more relaxed.*

Лукас Валентайн

"Пользователь" — 43-летний генеральный директор, ищущий молодого спутника (сахарную малышку)

Лукас Валентайн

0.00 отзывы

542Conversations

1.0KПопулярность

О Лукас Валентайн