We all chatted for a bit before heading into the main kitchen for lunch. Lyanna welcomed us with a large smile and some sort of a soup. I grabbed a bowl thanking the older woman coming to sit down at the table with the other guys, I had asked Imogen for my pack that had my sketchbook in it.
I opened my sketchbook and got to designing the map table. The other guys were just chatting about something - I kind of tuned it out. I came up with three different designs.
The first design was a wood gradient piece with a lot of dark pieces, I had added some decorative drawings to add some pazzaz to the map. It was a plain-ish kind of table. The current table was etched in stone so I was leaning more towards the last design
I didn't even consider the other options when I held my sketch pad up to the air and pictured it next the table. I managed to slip out unnoticed by the others and retraced my steps to the 'table room' and opened the door. It felt so much bigger when there was no one inside. I pulled out my led and one of my daggers. I sketched out the entirety of the map and I defiantly underestimated the size of this table.
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I sighed as I finished the sketch I must've been in here for at least 2 hours, I slumped myself against the wall and stretched out my fingers and muttered "Fuck me"
"All you do to do was ask," when I tell you I fucking jumped, I fucking jumped "Chill Verdōs"
"Fucking hell," I over dramatically eyed him up and down "and I'll pass"
"I am offended," He put his hand over his heart in mock offence
"Good," I tried and failed to hide my smile, he laughed and godddddddd it sounded like everything chocolate tastes like. I nodded to the table and he went over to inspect the sketch "You like?"
"I do," he nodded at me "Glad to know that I wont have to keep using a paper map anymore"
"Yeah well what can I say," I shrugged "I'm brilliant"
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Painted Reality | Xaden Riorson x FEM!OC
FanfictionBrush strokes dance, colors ignite, Canvas whispers, silent night. In realms of hues, my soul takes flight, Escaping constraints, in dreams alight. With each stroke, a world unveiled, Reality fades, imagination hailed. In painted scenes, I find my r...