#worldsdeepestpit

i’m biased but you should do that

She wasn’t fond of going places by herself, of sitting alone on park benches and doing sketches of different people or objects around her. Perhaps it was an attempt to draw people in-- admittedly a rather poor one. After all sketching people without their permission always got the rather special artist mixed reactions. But when a young man in a wheelchair arrived Ixchel found herself gently outlining the profile of his face--

Until the chilly breeze ripped the paper from where it rested on her lap. Large worried eyes watched as it floated over towards her random muse, a knot developing in the young woman’s stomach before she swallowed her dread and shakily approached the boy.