@forgreed
    he leans close to his canvas, mouth hanging open slightly in concentration. her e y e s are always the hardest get right: huge and filled with stars, a beautiful shade of yellowish-green.
    he doesn’t hear his guest enter, though it’s understandable as magnolia is oh-so-loud when she greets him. if one doesn’t shout his name in fury or frustration, how is he to know he is needed?















