[Verisimilitude.]
He tells their story in pictures because he’s not strong enough (yet) to tell it in words.
Hands, Elias finds, are telling. That’s where he begins.
The London director, now, his hands are those of a villain through and through - large, strong, perfectly-manicured. Cold to the touch. Powerful. Possessive.
They’re a far cry from Clara’s hands (small and fragile, nails bitten to the quick), but somehow the image of Elijah still wants to flinch away when the girl’s hands come too close.
Draw things as they were? Draw as it should have been.
Clara smiles shyly. Elijah’s hands (arms) open, waiting.
Hands, Elias finds, are telling. That’s where he begins.
The London director, now, his hands are those of a villain through and through - large, strong, perfectly-manicured. Cold to the touch. Powerful. Possessive.
They’re a far cry from Clara’s hands (small and fragile, nails bitten to the quick), but somehow the image of Elijah still wants to flinch away when the girl’s hands come too close.
Draw things as they were? Draw as it should have been.
Clara smiles shyly. Elijah’s hands (arms) open, waiting.