#lady chatelaine

I'd like to be busting in here all triumphant that I finished this and promising character introductions but unfortunately, I just slapped some basic colours on the sketch this evening and it's not Actually done and I am deeply unhappy with it and therefore face a Dilemma;

1) redraw this from scratch, start over, do it better next time and hopefully quicker too

Or

2) leave it with this.. result. And get back to Dragons Daughter, the project I was supposed to be returning to at least several months ago.

This is silly. All this fuss over one b-body... though it is s-strange that the autopsy shows that there’s n-no sign of any cause of death, natural or otherwise...

“A secret huh?” Keiran glanced over at Jackie before looking back up at the darkened sky. That was a loaded question. Did he tell her a cute secret? One that involved her? Or was she looking for serious? Actually trying to get to know him.

He pondered the question as his fingers danced across the soft blanket they lay on, searching for her own. He didn’t hold her hand, but instead played with her fingers, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin and long digits, memorizing each finger with every stroke.

Keiran glanced over at the quizzical girl as she plopped down on the park bench beside him. At first, he thought she was being facetious, but as his eyes met hers, he realized she was truly curious. Dropping further, his gaze rested on the multicolored iced treat in her hand.

Keiran couldn’t hide the smirk as he watched Jackie approach. Her head was in the clouds as she happily glanced about his little garden house. He waited patiently until she was close enough before reaching out and closing a pale hand around her wrist, pulling her against him, his arms encircling her. “I think a little butterfly just tripped into the spider’s web…” His eyes sparkled as he dipped his head, their faces mere inches apart. “Whatever will the butterfly do?” His lips grazed hers ever so lightly, breath warm against her skin. “Will she flee?” Fingers teased the smooth skin of her back as they found their way under her shirt. “Or will she fight?” His lips claimed hers, searing their touch to her glossy ones, claiming her as his captive. His fingers traced echoes of crisp air across her skin, reveling in the feel of goosebumps following in their path.

Slowly, so slowly, he broke the kiss. Pulling back, frosted blue eyes smiled down at her as he rested his cool forehead against hers. “Hello my beautiful butterfly….”