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[theinsideman]

Desmond finally had a few sketches that he was pleased with (after months of redrawing and restarting and such), so he decided to take advantage of the situation and paint. He lugged all his shit down to the beach in a huge bag, eventually setting his easel up halfway between the jungle and the water. Far enough away to keep from getting wet, but

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[kaleidoscopeyed]

Karolina walked along the beach as she'd begun doing every morning since her arrival on the island days ago. She supposed she was beach combing, but maybe not for shells. As she wandered further down the beach she stopped in her tracks to stare, fascinated as the man with the easel proceeded through the ritual of covering his canvas, and himself in the process, in paint. She approached from the side and asked curiously, "What are you painting?"

[theinsideman]

Desmond started, almost completely knocking over his easel in the process, and turned in the direction of the voice.

"What?" He looked at the girl in confusion for a moment before realizing what he'd just been asked.

"Oh. Just.." He glanced at his half-finished canvas for a moment before looking back at her. "A girl."

[kaleidoscopeyed]

Karo laughed. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." She looked genuinely apologetic. "Mind if I look?" She judged his reaction by looking at his face. Some artists were private people. He could be painting anything as far as she knew. She clasped her hands behind her back, holding onto her left wrist with her right hand and moved a little closer.

[theinsideman]

Desmond shrugged, taking a step back so she'd be able to see better. He rocked back on his heels, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck, and exhaled softly. It wasn't often anyone but Gideon and Eden saw what he was working on. But, he knew this was bound to happen if he set up his stuff outside where anyone could walk by.

[with_diamonds]

From as far away as she was, sitting on the sand with a book in her lap, what Lucy saw when she turned her head was so familiar that she had to do a double-take. Upon realizing, though, who it was -- namely, not Jude --, she pulled herself to her feet, adjusting her tank top as she slowly wandered over.

She knew how Jude had been about being interrupted while he was painting or drawing, so for a few moments, she just watched, keeping a slight distance so as not to be disrupting. Finally, when it seemed like an alright time to speak, she offered a weary smile; even with as long ago as everything had happened now, she still wasn't sleeping well enough. "Hey," she said quietly, rocking slightly forward, arms folded low over her chest. "That's - that's really good."

[theinsideman]

Desmond turned suddenly at the voice, having been so wrapped up in his painting that he hadn't even heard someone coming near him.

When he saw who it was, he smiled, ducking his head as he felt a blush rise on his cheeks.

"Hi, Lucy."

[He's totally painting his Lucy sketch, fyi. *evil*]

[with_diamonds]

It was nothing unusual for Lucy to see herself on a canvas, and so it didn't really faze her; the fact that it was such a different style from Jude's helped with that. She didn't like admitting it, but their breakup and the events leading up to it were still hard for her to think about, even with as much of a relief as it had been, and with Max's situation foremost in her mind.

"It's been a while," she pointed out idly, toying with the ends of her hair. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to wearing it so short. "How've you been?"

[theinsideman]

He smiled wryly at her and shrugged. "Hanging in there, I guess," he reasoned, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You cut your hair," he noticed. It was lame, sure, but he wanted to at least try to redirect her attention away from his canvas. He felt kind of awkward getting caught working so intently on a piece that was of her. He wasn't sure why, though.