#wickergang

Frames in case you want them or if the quality is fucked up or whatever :P

           She turned to face him, peering over the rims of her glasses. “Thank you.” She stated curtly, turning back to the papyrus papers in her hands. “I find it’s a rather…enriching way to pass the time.”

           “Hm.” The giant of a man came around to her side, and sat himself next to her on the log, obviously curious to see what else she had drawn.

           She decided to take this opportunity to study what she had drawn as well, considering she had never cared much for people watching her as she drew.

           While she had the animals of the world down rather well, it was clear her knowledge of human anatomy was still a bit rusty. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had drawn a person before now.

           She looked over her charcoal sketches. There was at least one illustration of Wilson working on his science machine, Willow with her lighter, Wolfgang lifting logs over his head, Wigfrid brandishing a spear, Wolfgang showing Webber how to fist fight, another Wolfgang…

           Wait a moment. She held the papers closer to her. More than half the pages were filled with sketches of that man. She felt her cheeks get warm. How many times had she subconsciously drawn him?

           “Hah!” The man next to her laughed a booming laugh. “You capture Wolfgang’s likeness very good!”

           “Quite…” She answered, feeling uncharacteristically sheepish. “I hadn’t even noticed that I had drawn you that many times.” She held the papyrus in front of her again. “Most of them were rough figure drawings, just a little something to help warm up.”

           “Hmm.” He looked deep in thought, a hand twirling his mustache. “I have idea!” He hefted himself off the log and sauntered off.

           She adjusted her glasses as she watched him. What on Earth was that man up to now?

           He came to a stop in front of a good-sized boulder. Then, grasping his hands on either side of it, he lifted it up and walked back towards her, stopping when he was a few feet in front of her.          

           He hoisted the boulder above his head, holding it in the air with just one hand, then widened his stance and flexed his free arm as he looked at her again. “Draw me now.”

           “What?” Her posture stiffened. “You mean, now?”

           “Yes.”

           “What about the boulder? Can you hold it for that long?”

           “I am mighty strongman. I have lifted rocks much bigger than this.”

           She watched him for a moment, then sighed. “Alright then, if you insist.”

           Now that he was finally holding still, she could study his body far more closely than in any of her previous sketches. She carefully contoured the ripple of his biceps, the square sturdiness of his jaw, his firm expression yet surprisingly soft eyes…

           She couldn’t stop herself from blushing ever so slightly as she sketched his anatomy. He was clearly very strong, and yet gentle at the same time. Just looking at him made her feel a bit shy, as if she were in high school once again and trying to work up the courage to talk to the boy she had a crush on. In short, he made her feel, dare she think it…young.

            Staying true to his word, he held the boulder the entire time she drew. Quite an impressive feat of strength, if she did say so herself.

           Finally, she set her charcoal down. “Finished.”

           He dropped the rock to the ground with a thud, then walked back over to her and sat down to inspect her handiwork.

           Given the rather primitive drawing tools she had, she quietly applauded herself for her craftsmanship. The likeness was so close she could have taken a photo of him. She had taken the time to add some additional shading to this sketch, giving his muscles far more emphasis than what she had referenced.

           “Haha! It looks even better than real Wolfgang!” The strongman boomed, then clapped a massive hand on her shoulder. “I like you, Miss W, you are great friend and great artist.”