Damianya One-Shots

Sparkles? (MS)

"Bon-gee-or, sy-on boy!" Anya yelled as she skipped into class with Becky, (for some reason,) on her back. "Comama say vay?" She asked, terribly mispronouncing the French words 'bonjour' and 'comment ça va.'

"...Good morning." He answered, looking at the way Becky was tangled up in both the pinkettes imperial scholar cloak and her own.

«How is she even staying up there??» He thought, but he kept his questions to himself.

Anya sat Becky down, the brunette giving her friends cloak a few brushes to smooth out any wrinkles before sitting down at the big art table with Anya joining her shortly after. Coincidentally sitting down in front of Damian as well.

"Tu ey layer bee-on aue-joor-day, Damian." She complimented, but for some weird reason, Damian just squinted his eyes.

"Excuse me?" He said, making Anya glare at him. How dare he not thank her for her graciousness!

"We just got back from French," Becky explained, smiling at her best friend. "She gets excited learning new words."

"Princess Honey speaks French!" She grinned, making Damian hold back a laugh.

"I guarantee her French was better than that mess." Emile joked. "What even was that? I've scored top two in French finals for four years straight, but even I can't despiser that."

Anya huffed, crossing her arms as she turned up her nose. "I said 'You look okay today.' Which you totally could decipher, you jerk! 'Too aye lair bien aue-joordie!'"

"That was completely different from your first try." Ewen pointed out, giving Anya a beyond confused look. Anya just stuck out her tongue at him.

"Wait," Damian said, scoffing. "You said to me, 'You look okay today, Damian...' to me?!?! I look 'okay??'"

"Yeah!" Anya answered, grinning.

Damian's eyes narrowed. "...And you think that was a compliment??"

Before Anya could answer—of which her answer would've been, 'For you, yeah.'—the teacher began speaking to the class.

"Students!" He spoke loudly, gathering every students attention. "Today we shall be practicing live art." He said, earning a few little 'ooo's from the class.

"Everyone should have a student in front of them; I want you to draw that person. Remember to use our techniques. You shall be graded on both realism and effort."

The teacher passed down some art supplies, everyone passing the supplies around as he continued his instructions.

"This shall be black and white only." He said, "Please remember that we only have two hours, so manage your time well."

He looked around, making sure every student had their art tools before saying, "Begin!"

The class erupted into sound—sharpening of pencils, talking to one another, scribbles of pencils, all of it—and Anya and Damian were no exception.

"You're gonna look sick." Anya grinned, immediately grabbing a thick chunk of black pastel.

"...I'm sure." Damian responded, opting for a thin detailed pencil instead.

"You're going to look better than you've ever looked in your entire life, Blackbell." Emile said, snickering to himself.

Becky chuckled as well, grabbing a light pencil. "Well, I can't guarantee it'll be perfect," she said, "but you look pretty easy to draw, so I'm sure it'll look good."

Ewen grinned, his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh-ho-hoh," He practically scoffed. "well, the only reason you aren't is because of all that acne! Textured skin is hard, y'know."