"Golden" drabbles, lineart
I come bearing two more drabbles and a pencil drawing of Camus.
Words: 100
It was too hot, reclining under the uncomfortably hot sun. It would be cooler in his temple but he tired of the innumerable white pillars of the ancient structure. A part of him was still too young to be kept behind bars too long, no matter how they were arranged. Better to be out here roasting than enduring the echoes of his heartbeat.
A cold hand dropped onto his forehead suddenly.
A smile quirked his lips, one corner higher than the other in an unbalanced grin. His own hand reached to touch the other saint’s hand lightly in acknowledgment.
“Thanks.”
Words: 100
That boy was meticulously clean, to the point that it could seem obsessive. To him it made the other trainee seem utterly untouchable. One walking out of the bathing facilities they were allowed to access and the other walking in, the difference was magnified exponentially. It wouldn’t do to be so intimidated by the cleanliness -- the purity -- of his future neighbor.
The blonde boy might have glanced his way, a gaze so slight could easily be imagined.
“More important than the purity of one’s body is the purity of one’s soul.”
The smile must have been imagined, he told himself.
Haven't cleaned up the lines and image yet...dreading colouring it.
Words: 100
It was too hot, reclining under the uncomfortably hot sun. It would be cooler in his temple but he tired of the innumerable white pillars of the ancient structure. A part of him was still too young to be kept behind bars too long, no matter how they were arranged. Better to be out here roasting than enduring the echoes of his heartbeat.
A cold hand dropped onto his forehead suddenly.
A smile quirked his lips, one corner higher than the other in an unbalanced grin. His own hand reached to touch the other saint’s hand lightly in acknowledgment.
“Thanks.”
Words: 100
That boy was meticulously clean, to the point that it could seem obsessive. To him it made the other trainee seem utterly untouchable. One walking out of the bathing facilities they were allowed to access and the other walking in, the difference was magnified exponentially. It wouldn’t do to be so intimidated by the cleanliness -- the purity -- of his future neighbor.
The blonde boy might have glanced his way, a gaze so slight could easily be imagined.
“More important than the purity of one’s body is the purity of one’s soul.”
The smile must have been imagined, he told himself.
Haven't cleaned up the lines and image yet...dreading colouring it.